I was in my hotel room talking with some non-actuary co-workers. We were at a CAS continuing education event so I don’t know what the others were doing there. It was time for an executive lunch preceeding the very last session, I had been busy with company activities and hadn’t attended any other sessions. Luckily I was dressed appropriately and before I left my hotel room I checked to make sure nobody was hiding in my room. Once I satisfied myself of that, I went downstairs.
To get to the lunch, you went along a walkway that separated the various speakers from the audience, the speakers were on the left and had a fair bit of room, and then maybe five levels of bleachers on the right that were about half-filled with actuaries. I was a bit overdressed in a suit, many other people were wearing matching sweatshirts. One of the sessions was going to talk about changes to the CAS syllabus and eventually I made my way to the lunch.
The lunch was nearing the end but I stopped at a station so I could make myself a roast beef and pasta sauce sandwich. I was trying to assemble the sandwich, but during the process some hotel worker insisted on heping me and only slowed me down. Once that was finished he asked me if I wanted some prunes although he used another name for then, U declined. Then I grabbed a bag of chips and someone handed me an unopened wine.
Then it was time to sit down, someone told me I shouldn’t sit next to anyone named Gene, because people named Gene are not nice (in real life there is a Gene at my bridge center that I play against regularly including yesterday and he is very nice) . Eventually I sat down and enjoyed my executive lunch.
I think I’m having this dream because I’m not going to any continuing education this year and plan on letting my credentials expire.
There was a black widow spider (only HUGE and alien-esque) who ate a tarantula and then crawled INTO my skin like it was a rug, moving all over my body.
So I went to the hospital and had to be scheduled for surgery. They also discovered a whole box of sewing pins under my skin, too, unrelated.
Before the surgery, the spider escaped and all the doctors and nurses were screaming and jumping up on the furniture, because spider, and I woke up before I found out how serious this whole pins in the skin situation was.
Another recurring dream of trying to move from point A to B under time pressure, which has me up earlier than usual today.
I think it was just some vacation trip and there wasn’t a ton of time pressure. I was with my sister and I was anxious to get on the road and get home. I told her that after I drop her off in Minnesota it’s still going to be another 260 miles before I get home.
Karen had been out to McDonalds already and had picked up a breakfast sandwich for herself and me the equivalent of a few McCapriSun type drinks which I drank, but I told her I’m going to have to swing by there and get my own breakfast sandwich and some gas before we head out.
I hugged my her ex, Dan, and told him it is sad I’ll see less of you from now on, but I’m sure there will be a few meetups in the future. He is a nice guy. The weird thing about this dream is I had no sense of where I was starting from. Dan lives in the Twin Cities and Karen my sister in real life is five or ten minutes away now, so do I have a long drive or not?
I made sure to use my app and get the $2 any breakfast sandwich deal minutes later (good daily for another week I think). It’s only a 1/2 mile down the road from my house…
At a former workplace someone was eating mini Reese peanut butter cups I had bought them. I let them know the chocolates were really old, and they were appalled. Evidently word got out and I felt like this was the time I should retire, on a Wednesday. So I went to my boss who although was being nice also knew of my heinous crime. We had a brief hug and I was teary, but then very accepting of my new-found retirement. With a content smile I walked around the building saying goodbye to my coworkers, telling them the news.
Then I was in a motel with my bridge partner Toby. He had an enormous Reese’s (again!) ice cream cake in the fridge, very uncharacteristic. The other weird things is that there were springs where we would sleep and we had to take nearby mattresses and lay them down and make our beds.
I was driving a brand new bright blue electric BMW sedan. It was gifted to me, but the actual circumstances of how were vague. I had just picked it up and while I was driving one of the lights on the dash lit up indicating a fire. It said i should completely submerge the battery, but how do you do that in a car? WTF. I pulled over in front of a nearby apartment building, and at first it didn’t appear there was an issue. Then after a bit there was a glow under the hood. It wasn’t too long before the car was engulfed in flames. It spread to the nearby apartment building, destroying 2 or 3 units.
My wife and I moved to a friendly small community and bought a house. We also purchased a small business from the owners for not much money. The day after someone purchased a $4,000 animal skin rug from my business online which we needed to deliver. I was suddenly caught up in the process of figuring (1) what are we selling from who to who, and (2) how do I know if the price charged is appropriate? I wasn’t stressed out but I figured out that I had some homework to do.
I was doing some kind of group challenge. The clue was “In God We Trust.” We were in a classroom with a bunch of signs and stuff pasted all over the walls. And also a (very obese) woman, who was maybe also stapled on the wall?
Somehow we were supposed to know that she had a massive ice cream cone hidden behind her, and we had to eat the whole cone before Hitler came in to check on our progress. Because he was the host of the challenge.
I was a teenager and I had composed the lyrics to some songs and left them in my bedroom. Then I took a trigonometry test and the answer to one question was sin(90), 12cos(90) and my answer to the question was sin(90) and either c(90) or 12c(90). The teacher told me I was only going to get 1 point for that answer (out of 10 or 15) and I was enraged because I knew that was unfair.
So I went to my bedroom, laid on the floor and tried to shut the world out and sleep. My parents came in to gently talk to me about the test but as I refused to budge they weren’t sure what to do. Then they noticed my song lyrics and my dad started reading this and singing them, and my parents agreed the stuff was really good. That made me really happy but I still refused to move a muscle. Then my mom gave me a poke and my body responded to that and it annoyed me and I woke up.
I dreamed I was working at Wellmark BCBS (which I once did for three years) and I was in some sort of meeting and tracking my investments on a work computer and was getting ready to buy some stock and I clicked buy. Then I noticed that half of the room was starting at the screen which was showing what was happening on my computer, and as I made the purchase some people gasped and they told me that I was now fired.
I was a bit devastated because that was my second day on the job, but I wasn’t worried because I was securely retired and just wanting to do something different. So I went to try to find HR in the basement but the stairs were blocked off so I took the elevator down a floor. When I got out I couldn’t believe my eyes, it was a huge food market. Restaurant after restaurant, mostly ethnic ones, all vying for a lot of business. Two thoughts came to my mind, I can’t believe how many people they are employing (and at late afternoon tons of clients eating), and boy is it going to take forever to find HR. Then I woke up.
Did i read somewhere that peole don’t dream of smart phones or texting or something of the like? Last night i dreamt of texting my wife because i forgot something, complete with typign and reading. So probably not 100% true.