Have you ever had a dream about something and it ends up happening within a day or two? That happened to me again a couple nights ago. I dreamt that one of my customers got a virus on their network that I ended up having to clean up. I woke up very happy that it was just a dream. Then yesterday I got a call from that customer saying that they had a virus loose on the network.
Crap.
Luckily, it turned out that the virus was actually caught (as it should be) by the user’s anti-virus software. So the dream wasn’t quite the same, but close enough for discomfort.
Today I’m really scared because last night I dreamt I was working in a coal mine like 100 miles underground. It was pretty dark, except for the Hello Kitty nightlights that OSHA put down there. Anyway, I was late for work, so the only gear left was the ugly green helmet with the broken headlamp on it, and the left-handed pickaxe. So I grabbed the crappy gear and walked off to my little mining corner and started chipping away. I just kept tapping and tapping away, but I wasn’t getting any good coal. I’m not sure what good coal would be, but in my dream I seemed to know that this was not it. So I moved over and started chipping away in a different area. Still no good coal there, but all of the sudden I struck the rock and a little diamond fell into my bucket.
Holy crap.
So I screwed the sorry green broken helmet down on my head, and I picked up the left-handed pickaxe and I laid into that rock and went for broke. Everytime I struck, diamonds would roll down into my bucket. Over and over again – with each strike, more and more diamonds would come out. Before long I filled my bucket. I set an empty one down, and before I knew it, I had that one full too. Soon, at my feet, were two buckets filled to overflowing with diamonds.
Then, around the corner I heard footsteps. In the glow of the Hello Kitty nightlights, I could just make out my supervisor walking toward me with his clipboard. He asked me how much I’ve managed to mine out so far. I held up a bucket of diamonds and said “Two buckets! Can you believe it?”
Tiny multicolored beams of light danced playfully across his frown. “What the hell are we supposed to do with this??” he grumbled. “Did you even try to get any coal today? You’re hours behind now!”
“But, look!” I protested, “These have got to be worth millions. There’s still more in the rock! This is going to make the company tons of money!”
My supervisor shook his head and dumped the diamonds into a scrap pile. “This is a coal mine, son. We mine coal here. Don’t rock the boat.”
Crap.
So anyway, I woke up – luckily enough on the Earth’s surface. I thought “Oh no… what did that dream mean? Am I going to lose my job or something? Am I going to have to work in some grubby mine for the rest of my life to make a meager living until I finally die of black lung?” I shrugged it off and basically forgot about it for most of the day. Later today I realized that wasn’t a dream about the future. That dream plays itself out every weekday in my real life.
Bye for now. (cough)
I will save you