Doom Dreams

[Drunk Monk]

Another remembered dream after valerian tea, and another about work.  I hate dreaming about work.  But my work has suffered with being away for my mom, plus it's been hard to focus on writing tasks, or any tasks for that matter, so it's not surprising that my subconscious is dwelling there.  The office was being remodeled and all of the Tiger Claw phone receptionists were transferred to our side.  There was an adjacent room where I was moved, one corner was lined with this awesome 70s wallpaper (a nod to the 50+ year old orange and gold wallpaper in the dining room at my mom's house which I've been thinking about since the cat was hiding there).  My desk was across the room from that, but I wanted to move.  And if not there, I was hoping that another room filed with files could be moved so as to set up a bigger barrier between me and the TC employees, because they were super noisy and I had to concentrate to write.  Just as last night's dream had a test anxiety undertone (as I'm going through this test right now) this one was mostly about writer's block.

I might skip the valerian tea tonight.