I had a couple of very vivid dreams a couple of nights ago.
In the first dream, I was standing outside. It was very dark, as though the air was filled with some sort of tangible darkness rather than just because it was nighttime. I was standing on a concrete path halfway up a hill and reading what looked like a chat log or imageboard posts written in the dirt next to it. I don't recall what exactly was written, but I looked behind me after hearing something. There was a faceless girl with dirty clothes and tangled, frizzled hair slowly walking up the path toward me.
I turned and ran up the hill to this small square building at one end of the path. As I entered it, I passed one of my older coworkers who was leaving; he didn't seem to noticed the faceless girl, nor did she pay any attention to him. Nevertheless, I locked the glass door and backed away. The girl stopped in front of the door and stared at me with her not-face, and after a second or two I was jolted awake by terror.
In the second dream, I was walking to "work"–though the building I arrived at wasn't my actual workplace and the people there weren't my actual coworkers, this was where I worked in the dream. Inside, there was a large reception area with expensive-looking polished wooden flooring and paneling. A number of old white people were seated at desks and tables in this first room; somehow, I knew that that day at work was significant because there were a bunch of "important" people visiting, and I likewise knew that the aforementioned old white people were these "important" folks. I think I was supposed to dress up nice, but I'd come in wearing jeans and a T-shirt as always, and I didn't bother to greet the VIPs as I passed them. As I headed toward my desk, I overheard one of my high school teachers (who apparently worked there) grumbling to another regular employee that us kissing up to and trying to impress these VIPs was a joke, and that it didn't reflect what the company was actually like or how we actually operated.
Rather than having an office/desk to myself, I only had a computer workstation in the middle of a long table of identical workstations. For some reason, all of the screens (even the ones manned by dream coworkers) were showing clips from My Little Pony. I tried to go to my workstation, only to find that someone else was sitting at my usual computer. I tried to tell them that that was my spot, but they and thPost too long. Click here to view the full text.