From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   Had a curious dream involving a type of work environment, where the dreamer   
   had been sitting at a desk section along a wall, when a (male) supervisor type   
   walks over and asks (knowing the answer) if I'm [dialed in / in the queue / *8   
   status] (a reference    
   as to how phone support agents enter the "queue" as in "waiting" status, so   
   that one may take incoming calls from clients / customers with tech support or   
   other issues.)  (The numeric status may vary *widely* between call center   
   applications, so the #8    
   in this is *very* likely in reference to the #8 symbology of infinity,   
   somehow.)   
      
   The dreamer had apparently been working on a project of some kind, and noticed   
   that there seemed to be an issue with (his) phone anyways, that in order for   
   it (a physical telephone, rather than a computer/phone interface /   
   application/program) to    
   function, it needed to be wired / plugged in to an actual phone jack / outlet   
   on the wall.   
      
   Where things get a bit goofy is when the dreamer attempts to connect his desk   
   phone to the wall port (female jack) up around 4'-5' above floor level, and   
   around 10 yards or so away from the dreamer's desk, the "wire" being used is   
   akin to a very long    
   strand of pasta, like spaghetti, and there is the overall concern of caution   
   necessary to prevent the 10 yard stand of spaghetti from breaking.   
      
   This is complicated by the fact that there appears to be an existing (male)   
   phone jack inserted into the port, only it has very few wires, as if it's been   
   "snipped," so that it needs to be removed from the jack so that the spaghetti   
   may be "plugged in."   
      
   It is during this effort to connect the phone to the jack that the dreamer   
   happens across a female supervisor type (blonde-ish, perhaps early-to-mid-30s   
   to early 40s?) seated as if at a table-desk, having a discussion with a friend   
   of mine (from real    
   life) named "Larry," and what she's saying goes along the lines / sentiment of:   
      
   "I hired him [likely referring to me] based on the strength of his essay you   
   sent in."  This gave me the impression that A) Larry had shared something I'd   
   written to a higher-up (or someone in the H.R. department) and that B)   
   apparently the job I (the    
   dreamer) was in was due to impression A, and that C) my (the dreamer's) work   
   performance / output (which is largely more in the theoretical department than   
   the physical) was putting my (the dreamer's) job status at risk.   
      
   Then there's a *possibly related* segment involving the dreamer in the role of   
   a computer user / tech support agent, where some of the OLD software the   
   dreamer had been using to "support" various units along the way had been   
   infected with some type of    
   VERY subtle "root virus" that lays dormant yet still appears under a type of   
   forensic scan of the program(s) (more like "apps" these days) being used /   
   shared from station-to-station (PC to PC, etc.)   
      
   The "virus" (if you will) appeared as *when* all the data was displayed   
   onscreen, in a WIDE screen, the UPPER CASE type characters contrasted with the   
   lower case formed a type of "picture" or possibly a string of words / text /   
   very possibly "ASCII art" (   
   VERY old-school in the computer-era) when seen from a distance.  While the   
   dreamer was vaguely curious as to what that was all about, he was slightly   
   more curious as to how such a virus / [package] had been present all this time   
   without his having been    
   aware of it.  It was more like a personal insult to the dreamer's character   
   than an actively malicious virus.  Overall clarity, 7 to 8+.   
      
   The last image seen prior to waking was a $20 bill from "Series 1931", which   
   caused just a tiniest bit of confusion/curiosity on the part of the dreamer.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)