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Would you like your newspaper in plastic or paper?

Lots of day job drama these last couple of weeks. New directions. Old conflicts. Oh, and a fair bit of uncertainty thrown on top. Guessing that was the cause of the really bizarre dream I had last night.

I was working in a grocery store but it was really a newspaper. In the dream, people from both of those eras were interacting in this weird mishmash of worlds. The copy desk was in the office just behind the customer service booth. There was some argument about the headline and what aisle the baked beans were on.

These are both former careers. I worked for a local grocery store for about 11 years before I walked in one day and quit. Did much the same with my newspaper career of 10 or so years.

Now, I’ve have workplace dreams on a pretty regular basis for as long as I can remember, but this is the first time the streams have crossed. I like to think it is my mind telling me that I am made up of all my experiences…not just what is happening right now.

Or it could have been the cheese plate I ate at The Pasty Company.

What’d you dream about last night?

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