What a beautiful dream


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Posted by drummer on April 03, 1999 at 10:29:47:

In my dream; I am at work in my office. My secretary is outside my door, my team of employees working diligently at their desks. I've just completed my rounds among my team with, "good morning", "how are ya", "nice to see ya", "let's rock-n-roll". I love to motivate with a positive attitude.
You know what happens next. The demon begins his torturous dance in my head. I grab my bottle of pills and my glass of water and head out to my car. I must be alone. I walk past my secretary and without looking at her; I say "headache". She says the word I love to hear: "o.k."
Out to my car banging my head on the steering wheel, moaning, trying not panic, breathing deeply, blah, blah, blah, yadda, yadda, yadda...(You know the routine).
An hour later, back to work. I walk groggily, dazed and tired past my secretary towards my office. My secretary says nothing to me. She is so smart. She knows my attitude has changed. She knows there is nothing she can say to me. She is so smart. She knows all she could have done or could do, is to put a gone to my head. (I hope she is really contemplating this). She is so smart.
Ah, back to work. Trying to focus on the task at hand. Trying to control my anger.
In to my office comes one of my peers. She tells me that she heard I had a headache. She tries to sympathize and begins to tell me how she has migraines. How they cause her to take medication. And all that she can do is go to a dark room and lye down until the medication works it's magic. I can see the thoughtfulness in her eyes and the empathy she is trying to share with me.
There is a period of silence as I look at her. She is looking in my eyes waiting for a response from me. I continue to look at her with my calm, expressionless face and vacant stare. I wait patiently until I know she can sense the evil that surrounds me. I allow her to see the evil in my eyes. I finally speak. A whisper. Just loud enough for her to hear. My lips move and I whisper, "fuck you".

What a beautiful dream! Well, don't want to be late for work! Gotta go.......Maybe dreams can come true...........



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