It could be worse..
At least I don't work in print?

Last night, I had three bad dreams. The first one was of the boyface and I having a silly argument and breaking up. I woke up next to him and breathed a sigh of relief. The second dream was just as invariably shitty, but I can't remember it. The third dream was an image of my current office, in boxes. I saw the improbable happen: my company shut down, and I was forced to stay there and pack its demise. Today, I felt as if the dream might be a premonition. A few less than fortunate things happened, which caused me to take a step back and evaluate my vulnerability. I still have a job, but the menacing feeling that anything can happen makes my stomach twist up in knots. Its not enough to be reassured anymore. This subconscious feeling has become all too real.