Dreams are Weird

Welcome to last night's dream! (and my second post in two days ... go me!)

The time was shortly after Christmas. I was trying to send a belated Christmas card to someone ... my father I think. I couldn't get the postage stamp to stick to the envelope properly so I didn't want to pop it into the post box for fear that the stamp would fall off. I tried to place more moisture (spit ... ewww) on the back of the stamp to no avail. I entered the post office, thinking that perhaps they had sticky tape available for customer use on one of their shelves. I spied the sticky tape at the far end of the post office.

While I was still on the street, trying to fix the stamp to the envelope, a bus rolled past. A couple of the bus's passengers were apparently staff members of the school where I used to work. An elderly lady who was standing beside me struck up a conversation about one of the teachers. She told me that the woman in question had been teaching for approximately ten years now (in reality she had been a first year teacher when I had worked at the school last). I began to tell the elderly lady as such, but she was adamant that the woman had been teaching for years, so I gave up.

All of a sudden, I found myself at a friend's workplace, but for some reason it was a mixture of his real workplace and one that I had previously worked at for a short, unsuccessful stint. I must have walked straight past the reception area without announcing myself, because I was sitting at my friend's desk using his sticky tape to adhere the stamp to its envelope. From the next cubicle, my friend acknowledged my unannounced presence. I apologised for not informing him of my being there. My friend introduced me to two of his work mates, one of whom had apparently worked there during the short time that I had worked there. This particular work mate didn't say anything about how useless I had been in the position though. Both work mates then left the room so that my friend and I could have some privacy.

Somewhere in amongst all this, I sat in on the end of a job interview for a town doctor and a water treatment plant employee. Gawd knows how I had managed to do that. There were two applicants for the doctor position and one for the water treatment plant employee. One of the applicants for the doctor's position was either Korean or Malaysian. He was a cute, youngish man who seemed much better than the other applicant, a rough around the edges white guy. During the interview, the Korean or Malaysian doctor stated that his English was not perfect, but to me he seemed to have a wonderful grasp of the English language. When meeting up with my friend at his workplace later on in the dream, I told him about the interview and how I thought the Korean or Malaysian doctor was better suited to the position. My friend agreed (somehow he had talked to the applicants as well) and we joked about how he would have to brush up on his Korean language skills.

And that was the end of my dream, or all that I can remember of it anyway. How bizarre was that! It's funny how certain snippets of reality can make it into a truly weird dream.