Last night, I was falling asleep, that part of the sleep process where the sense of hearing is more acute than normal and unconsciousness is imminent. Out of the darkness, I heard a familiar voice cry out, "Why do you need the tax i.d. number?"
As I saw it, I had two options, ignore the question and allow sleep to envelop me or answer the question. I chose the latter course. "I don't need the tax i.d. number," I said, trying to sound like I knew in which direction the conversation was headed.
"What?" Stacey asked.
"You said something about a tax i.d. number," I prompted her.
"You heard that?"
"Yes. Dreaming?"
"Yeah. Pitney-Bowes wants a tax i.d. number. Something about the Patriot Act requiring it for postage meters."
"Oh. Interesting dream. Did you give it to them?"
"I have to call when I get to work."
Nothing like bringing work home. I think it should go on the time sheet.
Posted by Bill at February 24, 2004 12:32 PMI think I could double my salary if I got paid for all my work dreams.
Posted by: TW at February 24, 2004 04:36 PMEeeeyewwww, almost as bad as the whole body shuddering thing right after you drop off to sleep. You know the one that is hard enough to wake you up? I hate that.
Posted by: Cowtown Pattie at February 24, 2004 10:49 PMIf that was me, it would not have been a dream but a nightmare *lol*.
Posted by: Michelle at February 25, 2004 04:32 AMI wake up in the middle of the night alot with thoughts of things I forgot to write on my to do list at work. It drives me crazy. Of course, I write them down or email them to myself at work so I don't forget. grrrrrrrrr
Posted by: kathy at February 25, 2004 11:29 AM