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I dreamed about work. Well it started at work. I was on my cellphone with the woman I used to do personal assistant stuff for and she asked how it was going and I went on about the whole thing, and then my boss went by and said I was not to speak of Germans that way. I was in trouble, and not happy.

I went out to our conference room area where new desks and computers had been added, and decided to work there, because I didn't feel like being near anyone. Then a meeting was called of all the staff and we were told we were going to go on this some sort of night out thing as a reward for putitng up with the crappy job situation.

Then we were all sitting outside somewhere. There were all these new people who don't existin RL there as other people who also worked at the company. We were sitting outside, on picnic tables, but some of us sitting ont he table tops and what not. We were supposed to go to a restaurant across teh street, and it was half outdoor, half indoor, and it had a stage where opera was going on and also buffet tables we walked by to get food between the acts.

One of my fictional coworkers (who had the good graces too look like Lancelot in ing Arthur, but in my dream was just some man) had his arms around me and kept kissing my neck. Small, harmless, a thing we had both sneaked into without discussion. The sky was blue, and it was snowing. Two white horses came up the sidewalk and stopped about twenty feet short of where we were, and then they started fighting, and it seemed like maybe their riding gear was tangled together, and that's what their panic and noise was about. It was alarming and horrifying and we expected them to die. I couldn't look.

Then it was over, and I don't know what happened to the horses, but a man was lying hurt on the ground. People ran over to help him, and the man with his arms around me started to let go. I said no, but he said it was all right, he just wanted to see me, and let go, and climbed down from the picnic table and lay on the ground by the bench. I sat down then on the proper seat, and he reached up to run his hands over my face, and I to him. He said it felt like being 16, and stoned, in his garage, and I laughed.

We all went and crossed the street then. The restaurant had fake Greek decor and yellow lighting on the stage. People came out and did some intro to the opera, and then we could apparently go up to the salad bar. The man and I were so distracted by each other, that it wasn't until after we passed the cash register (far stage left) after using it that I noticed all I had was a small ceremonial seeming bowl, with about eight or nine croutons sitting in a pool of salad dressing.