gray banana

I dreamt that I was in an office. The whole floor was beige, the lighting was fluorescent, and it was quiet. The management had offices on the perimeter of the building and the rest of the employees had beige fabric cubicles. They weren't horrible... just dull. There was a large beige formica table/desk and beige metal file cabinets. It all felt dead. My office didn't have much in it for decor, just the beige-ness and a bowl of candy that was left from the holidays. They were peanut butter cups of some sort. They were not quality... more like peanut flavored high blood pressure. I found myself eating them as though there were a task that needed to be completed. I felt good about completing something but felt horrible from what the sugar was doing to my system at the same time. But the need to complete and accomplish was stronger than my need to feel good. I opened one of the file drawers and saw there was an employees birthday cake in there from a while back. It was... or had been banana.

 Now it was as though it was liquid that could hold its shape. The banana slices in the center an ashy gray... I needed to discard it. My boss went into his office which was just enough offset of mine that I could see when he came or went, but still had my privacy. Ideal really. I needed a change so I started rearranging all of my beige furniture. Something about the new arrangement seemed pretty amazing and I knew everyone else would be wondering... why did she get this arrangement and not us? or start copying me.. I wanted neither, just my privacy and to enjoy the new layout. I left to toss the cake and when I came back my table top had been graffitied. Not so nice words were written in crayon all over it in all kinds of colors. I didn't feel singled out, as the rest of the office had been attacked too.