Last night, I dreamt that I had a job at a grocery store. (In the waking world, I have never worked at a grocery store.) My job was to make sure that other people were filling and refilling the shelves but every time I would tell someone to go to an aisle and get to work, they would go to a totally different aisle and just stand there. Meanwhile, there were thousands of customers flooding into the store and seeing the empty aisles and yelling at me about it.
Finally, I went to the store manager’s office. She was blonde, my age, and she wore glasses. (I have never seen this woman before in real life so I guess my dream just created her out of a thin air.) I told her that I was going to clock out and go home.
“Who are you?” she said.
“I work here.”
“No, you don’t.”
And that’s when I woke up.