fred

Well it's morning I had another weird dream so I'll try and recount it.
I woke up just after 6am and then went over what it was to try and remember it.
I would have liked to have gone back to sleep but can't.

So one scene was kind of like a mission control room like how they would have in the movie "war games". I was having some kind of conversation that centered around "job security".
That's not entirely too far from reality because at my work there is a NOC (network operations center) that kind of resembles that.

At another point I'm in a bathroom. The location now resembles a school with a field for sports nearby.
So I'm taking a piss and somehow I end up pissing all over these shorts that I was wearing. I take off the shorts and I'm just in my underwear thinking, "Man I sure hope no one comes in right now".
So then of course someone walks in. It's some guy that I used to work with 10 years ago. He says he doesn't work here but don't tell anyone that he just wanted to use the bathroom before playing golf.
Next a woman dressed for tennis opens the door looks at me surprised and then closes the door. I'm still standing around in my underwear wet with piss and holding my shorts in front of me.
The odd thing is that I act nonchalant and casual, it wasn't as anxious as you might imagine a dream like this would be.

Another scene I remember is looking at this house, with a large tree by the side of it on a hill, right next to an apartment complex in an area a couple of miles from where I live. Near this house someone says or is saying. "This part of town gets really hot".
It's weird that I can remember it so well even though nothing interesting happened with it. The image of the house is still pretty clear in my mind. I don't get the significance of that location either.
Part of it might be that my own house has a big tree by it next to a canyon and there is some anxiety about fires here in SD.

The last part I forget what I was doing at that point, but there was a guy walking around in the parking lot acting crazy. He's either naked or at least not wearing a shirt. He's yelling to himself and everyone and slamming down on cars. At another point a group of hoodlums or skinheads start beating the crap out of him.
I decide to get out of there and walk through the parking lot.