Jenna's House of Idiosyncrasies Version 10.0 [Focus.]

I had a strange dream last night where my old supervisor called me up and asked me (more like begged me) to come back to work for him. I only had to come in 20 hours a week and I could do it around my own schedule, even though my hourly rate had not changed. This new schedule basically gave me the freedom I needed to run my own business. The dream was hyperreal, insofar as when I woke up I had a pretty hard time sorting out if it had actually happened.

In the dream I went through a whole working week, but I never seemed to get any work done. My new-ish job seemed to involve lounging at my desk a lot with my feet up, bellowing orders at the others in my office, and laughing in a menacing, threatening and non-friendly way.

In essence, I think I was in management.