lastnite: a dream journal

Footie pajamas

I was working on the twentieth floor of some highrise. Barbara A. showed up for work wearing pastel pink pajamas with footies and bunny ears. I just gawked at her for a while, then ran and told the boss. The boss had short brown hair and was in his early thirties/late twenties. He reminds me of someone, but I think it's like Andrew Sullivan or a British journalist. Anyway, he said that she could wear footie pajamas; besides, she had another two minutes before she clocked in, and there was a possibility she would change. I told him change was impossible. He said it sounded like I had something I should tell him, and so I closed the door, fell at his feet (like I often sit on the floor in Jake's office), and told him the whole story of why Barbara A. pissed me off so badly last week. When I was done, he didn't say anything, and just said, "Okay." I was pretty unsatisified with that, but knew it would be the only response I would get. So I looked out the window for a while and then left. Donna from That '70s Show walked by and shrugged her shoulders; I guess she worked with me too.