Last night, I had two dreams. In the first dream, I walked with a group to some event. My father was with us, and I talked with him about sports. He and I sat down and eventually fell asleep watching a game on television. In the second dream, my dog Jaxx and I were at a snowy crash site where a woman cataloged the event and the wreckage. Jaxx ran out of sight and then ran back towards the woman, with blood in his fur, trying to get the woman’s attention. She picked him up, and a zombie man in a space suit climbed out from beneath the snow and wreckage. I grabbed a bag of rocks and hit the zombie in the head repeatedly. His space suit helmet broke, and I shoved something dangerous in his mouth to prevent him from biting anyone.
I have to conduct a process change walkthrough with over 40 people on a Zoom call today. Mostly, executives are on the call, which makes me nervous and anxious.
Happy Monday.
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