May 15, 2008

I found my hell.

I had a strange dream last night. It started off good and then went straight to hell. And not any hell, but I think this is my personal hell.

It started off as me getting a job as a professional re-enactor, and it paid really well! I even got to portray a Jacobite! All was perfect until my first day at work. Upon arrival at job it was a horrible mess. They had a timeline of 1558 to 1780. And everyone was just jumbled together. They had Elizabethan era people mixed with Revolutionary War solders.

Then to make matters worse, it was mostly people that I work with now. All the ones I'm having issues with. In fact the director of our office WAS Queen Elizabeth. They kept having me walk around with her to my protest. It didn't matter how much I pointed out that a 1746 Jacobite would NOT be with Queen Elizabeth. Much like real life, my opinion didn't matter even though I had facts that backed it up.

I kept getting excuses like, "But the public likes you two together. The way you act like you hate the English and her being all regal is funny." I think I almost had an aneurysm in my sleep. Then it was I couldn't carry my sword with me because It's not safe, they made me carry a Styrofoam one. It just kept getting worse and worse... THEY MADE ME WASH ME WAISTCOAT AND LEGGINGS!

When I tried to quit they brought out my contract and showed me that I couldn't quit unless I wanted to pay them 10 million dollars. That's when I woke up in a cold sweat screaming.

Posted by Contagion in Things that make me go, "GUH?!?!" at May 15, 2008 05:36 PM | TrackBack

Sounds like you were at Fort Koskanong, or a countless number of other events. I sort of have the same dream, but instead I write for a reenacting magazine and was fired for calling certian events Farbie. And now every time I show up at an event, some points at me and says,"Didn't you used to be Wil Crouch?"
So don't worry it will be all right.

Posted by: wil at May 15, 2008 06:04 PM


Posted by: Petey at May 15, 2008 08:33 PM

I dreamed last night about a heron named Spike in my kitchen who wanted Girl Scout cookies.
I thought it was a pretty weird dream until I read this.

Posted by: LeeAnn at May 16, 2008 12:11 AM

Maaaaaan when your work stress starts carrying over into your weekend hobbies, there are issues I think ;)

Posted by: Shadoglare at May 16, 2008 06:24 AM

No, this is worse, much worse than Fort Koshkonong. Think more renfaire.

As for work getting to me, yea. I'm taking the signs. Ktreva even thinks that my problems at work are compounding my health issues.

And if you think this dream is weird, you sould hear the one about the time I had to wash Luke Skywalker's van.

Posted by: Contagion at May 16, 2008 06:50 AM

Red reminded me that my dream was not a dream. It really happened when I use to write for Smoke and Fire. Oh well, so much for dreams.

Posted by: wil at May 16, 2008 09:50 AM