I woke up on a beach, in a tent, with my ex-boyfriend. The one who I thought was The One who ended up not being The One, who I have since realized wouldn’t have worked out in the long run because I’m a country girl and he’s a city boy. We were camping with some friends of his, a couple. He left early in the morning and they told me it was because he had to be somewhere to help someone, but that I was special to him or something to that effect. We went to where he was, which ended up being his house that he was rebuilding. The thing that he had to do was cut someone’s hair. GBW, a surgeon that I work with in real life and adore, was there pacing and asking how it was going. In the dream he was a friend of the ex’s and was there to show support.
I was trying out for an acting job. I didn’t want it, but I felt it was important to the ex. They – the people I was trying out for – told me that I had to take an acting class. I said I wouldn’t do it, but ended up giving in. My mother was sitting with the people I was trying out for. I was walking away and heard her tell them that I still lived at home. I turned around and asked if she said what I thought she said, and then told them that I don’t live with her.
Because I was at this thing trying out for an acting job, I was late for work. I was working at Chicago Title (where I was laid off from in 2005) as an Escrow Assistant, but I didn’t assist anyone. I did all the work. I had to call in and tell them I was going to be late.