I was at work but we weren't in our current office. It was a VERY swanky office. Lots of black marble, jade and fountains and just exceptionally beautiful. The room we were in had two long tables lining opposite walls. I was sitting at one with my back to the wall with other people, including our current IT Manager, Rico. Sitting at the opposite table were employees. Rico and I were looking at and discussing one employee in particular who we knew was not happy and was being quite open about it to the other employees. As we were talking, the elevator doors opened and in walks a former employee of my current company. He was dressed in a long patchwork leather jacket and had a backpack on. We watched in disbelief as he walked straight over to the unhappy employee and started badmouthing the company to him in a loud voice that everyone could hear. Rico and I were stunned because apparently our office had multiple levels of super bad ass security and we couldn't figure out how he had gotten through it all.
Finally, I decided enough was enough and got up and walked over to him and told him he had to leave and escorted him back to the elevator doors. However it wasn't an elevator yet. It led into a large room with the elevator way at the end. I remember being very kind to him and saying something to the effect that I knew he was unhappy with us but that he couldn't just come barging in like that and stir up trouble and asking him to please leave quietly. I saw that he got on the elevator, I hit the button on the outside to make sure he got down to the ground floor and turned around and went back to the office.
I was walking back to my desk I heard a shout behind me and turned around to see the old employee running at me like a crazy person! I thought about stopping him but I realized that he had somehow grown to be about 10 feet tall so I jumped out of the way and called security on my watch (Venture Bros style!). Security sent up one tiny, busted woman who just tried to reason with him while he tore apart the office. Finally Rico and I looked at each other and bummed rushed him and tackled him to the floor. He continued the verbal tirade and I told him that he really had nobody to blame but himself. We started to drag him to the door when he suddenly escaped and became Juliette Binoche in a cute little yellow bikini and chunky heels and I was chasing her up some stone steps at a beach that looked like it was in Europe somewhere. Don't ask me, I don't control my dreams!
So, I chased her up the stairs and she was laughing and having fun; quite tickled about it all. I finally caught her foot and dragged her down the stairs by it. She wasn't too happy about that. I dragged her down to the beach with her complaining but laughing still the whole way and when I stopped we looked at each other and laughed.
And that is all I can remember!
Oh, and last week I had a very short recollection of a dream where my Dad was cutting my hair. Analyze that!
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