FourKicks

So much for not dreaming about work anymore...

I am in the house I grew up in, in my old bedroom. I have a girl from work, KD, and I am getting her ready. My mom is there helping me. KD starts speaking perfectly, and it sounds like a poem of some sort. I realize I didn't get myself ready, but I look in the mirror and think, good enough. Then I am driving her in my car somewhere, and its getting late. I am already an hour late for work. We stop at some house, and there is a guy I went to see. There are a bunch of people around and one particularly bitchy girl who didn't like me being there. I remember I have to get KD back in the car, and then everything slows down. I realize I'm dreaming so I wake myself up. Even after I woke up, it wasn't until I got up to walk around that I could shake the feeling of being late for work.