It's 5AM but I had to share this. Had a really weird dream involving my boss (we'll call him R.) and another coworker.. (We'll Call him A.) and a friend who I've worked with before (we'll call him D) My boss makes fun of my personal decisions a lot and we don't always agree, but we get along. On to the content.
Scene: we are in some kind of underground parking structure. I've won a car in a raffle or something - a purple convertible version of a Dodge Magnum (looked like a Magnum but I specifically remember it was a Dodge) on blingos. The car was used in a photo shoot and used to look even more ridiculous, but has been slightly un-pimped. Currently R. and some strangers are there with me in a crowd around the car. Now I should point out that over the course of this dream my boss' appearance is slowly changing from his normal self to a ghoulish version of himself that looks like a mix between Beetlejuice and "Shirosaki".
Begin dream:
R.: So ya won big [GameboyRMH]! Nice ride man!
Me: Yeah I guess...(trying not to seem entirely un-enthusiastic)
We're checking out the car while the paperwork is being done. R. is still shocked at my lack of enthusiasm. D. has appeared and gets into the driver's seat to check out the stereo. By now R. looks a bit weird, like he's had "corpse paint" applied to his face. This doesn't catch my attention at all. Some stranger in the crowd is talking about the things that used to be fitted to the car.
D.: Wow check this out! headbangs to music on stereo
Me; Yeah it's nice.
R.: So what are you gonna do with this [GameboyRMH]? (With big grin on his face)
Me: Honestly I'm going to sell it. It's not my kind of car.
R.: WHAT!?! HAHAHAHA Do you hear that, he's going to sell it!! HAHAHAHAHa!!!!
A. now walks in
A.: That ain't nothing to laugh at, that's just good management sense (sic) [He doesn't mangle his sentences that bad in real life]
Me: Yeah I can't afford to feed a big American V8, hehehe....
R. looks totally disappointed. He also looks quite freakish and un-human, but this doesn't really catch my attention.
Me: Well I will consider replacing my Toyota with an FT86 next year.
R.: What's that?
Me: A little sports car. Supposed to be a new AE86, which is...
(R. cuts me off)
R.: Do you know the Dundras equation? [Not real thing]
Despite the total nonexistence of this equation, it rang a bell with me as being something related to mathematical implication.
Me: I don't exactly remember the whole thing.
R.: Well if A implies B [(blablabla)...]
This math stuff made me really bored. By now R. had taken on an appearance that makes Marilyn Manson look like a Mormon boy on his way to church. Pale skin, Shirosaki's eyes, Beetlejuice's tongue (and clothes - not exactly the same but the same "well dressed zombie" style), striped lips, freaky hair, the whole works. This finally caught my attention but it was no big deal. In retrospect it's odd that I wasn't scared E36 M3less by having a face-to-face conversation with this character.
I was looking close up at his mouth...the stripes on his lips looked like they were areas of severely bruised flesh. That can't be healthy, I thought.
And that's when I woke up.
Real Life dream score:
Dundras equation: not real, but the Dundas equation is.
Car: Found a real one but the roof's still attached:
Actually this Charger Convertible is about an exact match in shape (didn't know they made these):
WTFscore:
situation is mostly plausible and realistic, except for ghoul-boss. 2/10.
