I dreamt that I was with the owner of the company I work for. He was telling one of his business locations that his daughter was going to start working with that location and some other changes in the business. The man was positive as you would be with the owner of the company even if you thought it was the worst idea. He was going around telling people of new developments etc., things to be excited about. All the time knowing he was going to close down that location. I was pleading with the owner to just tell them the truth. I was yelling at him.. "You know you are not his person! You may have had to be or thought you had to be to reach where you are now financially, but you don't have to act this way anymore!!!" In the midst of it all, I said what was happening and the manager overheard. He said "I knew your daughter being involved would ruin this part of the biz, I was wondering why you were saying that." The boss turned into Ray Liotta and he was spitting man and point a gun at my face. Although I had no doubt he would pull the trigger, I was still calm. I in the mean time turned into Jamie Lee Curtis. I walked over behind a half wall and bent over and picked up a big wooden ball type thing and put it on my head, all the time knowing he could shoot me in the chest, but I had to do what I had to do. The thing was like a puzzle, I would twist one half of it, move a knob over, twist it again ... move another knob, at some point, I was going to show him something... something hopefully enlightening.... then I woke up.
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