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I dreamed I was writing a mortgage for Billie Joe from Green Day and easily transitioned between talking about mortgage and their music.  I was really proud of how good a job I was doing explaining everything clearly while at the same time asking questions that i'd always wanted to know the answers to.

Not casual day.

I had a dream that I mixed up the days at work.  I was wearing casual Friday attire, but it was a formal day with important appointments, so I was supposed to be in a suit.  I pulled off the freeway in Redmond and tried to find a Ross (Dress for Less), where I could find a cheap suit that would suffice for the day.  It wasn't open and I couldn't find another place.  I had to stop trying to find a suit and get to work.  Then I got to work, and found a suit jacket in my car.  I tried to use that to cover up, but it really wasn't adequate because I was wearing jeans and tennis shoes.

A business appointment that went wrong

I had an appointment to meet with someone about a loan.  They requested that I meet with them at their condo, which was on the 94th floor in a building in downtown Seattle.  It was dark when I headed over there.  When I got there, it seemed to be the same building as the downtown Marriott, which I only knew because the building is shaped like a tall cylinder.  I got into the elevator and pushed 94.  The ride up was taking awhile, and I realized that I didn't have my tie on yet.  I stopped the elevator at a lower floor and got out to tie my tie.  I don't remember getting back in the elevator but somehow I was inside someone's condo (with my tie on) and it was the wrong person.  It was about 6:00 on a weeknight, and there were a few people in there, having drinks and smoking.  They had a beautiful view of the whole city but didn't seem to notice or care.  I remember thinking to myself that they must not work.  Whatever the case, they weren't the people that I had the appointment with.  I apologized and started out towards door, but they got really mad and started yelling at me.  They said I had trespassed on their property.  I don't know why I didn't just continue leaving, but instead I got down on all fours and kind of started to cower as they just kept berating me.  They said they were performing a citizen's arrest on me.

A new office on Rural St.

I was working for the company that I worked for when I was in San Diego.  They called an in-person meeting, and it was to be held in a newly developing area of Orange County, about an hour north.  For some reason, this area hadn't been populated yet.  When I was driving up, I was excited for the news that I envisioned them announcing - that our office would be relocating from San Diego, to this new location.  I looked for Rural Street, and followed the directions to the office.  It was a really nice office, right on the Pacific, with the beach and blue water right behind it.  My anticipation grew, and I started thinking about if my family should move there, or if I should commute from San Diego every day.  Once the meeting started, the higher-ups said that effective immediately, we were all laid off and the company was disbanding.  I drove home puzzled as to why they made me drive up to this meeting at a nice new office, only to break the bad news to everyone.

Creek Walking

I was on a creek walking expedition looking for a surf spot.  I was with some sort of boss or co-worker of mine, but it was unclear who it was.  Whoever it was, I'd never met him, and he drove a bare-bones Dodge Neon.  We stopped by another co-worker's office and he had a huge stack of red hot chili peppers concert tickets.  It turned out there was no surf spot because it was a creek, not an ocean, so there wasn't much water.  However, after hiking through the creek we did come across a Dam.  I had a pole that I was using to see how deep the water was.  We thought that the only way to keep going was to break the Dam.  But I secretly knew that we wouldn't have to do that if we used the other software system that our company was trying to make us use.