Susan

Dream:

I am working for a small company in lower management. There is conflict over the direction of the company. I am with the establishment side. The insurgent renegades are without merit: no appreciation of the history, legacy and mission of the organization. I have written up a single page summation of the issues with an eye to rallying the forces of light as well as attracting the undecided against the dark side. I'm not sure I have sufficient standing to be the one to publish and circulate it. I am wondering if I should run it by Myron, who is my senior, for his approval. I am hesitant to do so. Don't want to be squelched arbitrarily. Besides, he will claim it as his own. A young, short blond colleague gets her hands on my manuscript, and likes it.

The business has a gym. Every employee works out on the machine and outdoors track. There's a woman who is in a frenzy. She is acting hysterically. Her face is bloodied (like the woman in Deadwood episode I saw last night). People around her are trying to restrain her from working out. She wants to run on the track, and people are trying to pull her off.

The young blonde comes up to me and we discuss my short treatise on the future of the business. We connect. We embrace. She feels toned & fit. She tells me her name is Susan. We start jogging around the track together. After two laps she stops and says she has to get ready for her weekend. At the beach, I fantasy. We say a warm good-bye. I continue running. I am disappointed.

I wake up.