My anxiety for this upcoming job interview is manifesting itself in violent yet cute dreams. In my dream I was on the plane to my interview and I realize I forgot to pack my interview outfit. And in order to get appropriate clothes, I had to complete tasks like retrieving a head of lettuce from a speedy chipmunk and squeezing glass marbles out of goldfish.
All of which, I think, was influenced from watching the Olympic downhill, men’s figure skating, and the movie Up. And eating a big salad for dinner.
