This dream happened a few days before my review with Tripp...
I am trying to get to my interview at IGT over a lunch break. I had told the operations manager and everyone at Tripp what I was doing because I wanted to be up front with them. So, as I am leaving my desk to go home and change, my boss ties me up talking about a new project. I finally get away from my boss and the operations manager has someone how taken my car from me so I cannot go anywhere.
Then, flash...somehow I have gotten a beasty truck at my personal disposal. I am on the freeway driving this off-road beast of a truck home, but it only goes 30 mph. I think back and I realize the operations manager has offered the truck to me because my car was not available.
Then, flash...I am at my house and changed into my nice clothes when I realize everything about my outfit is awry. I realize someone how the operations manager had. No time, nothing else to change into...I run out the door to get to IGT on time. I get to the parking lot of the apartment complex only to find that the beasty truck has vanished and the operations manager is standing in the parking spot laughing. I dont hesitate to just run past him.
Then, flash...I am in the IGT lobby from the first dream asking for my interviewer. It is a grandiose lobby with a 300 ft long and 50 ft tall half moon shaped glass front. The receptionists desk and all the items in the lobby are immaculate, clean, and expensive. I am received in by my interviewer and we walk through equally amazing hallways and stairways to get to the interview room. There are about 30 people around a circular room with no table in the middle. I am seated on the far side from the door in the only blank chair in the room and as I speak I again can do no wrong. Just like my first dream they love everything I say. Just like the first dream, every negative thing I say about myself doesn't matter - they praise and encourage me more and more that I am the right person for the job.
Then, flash...I am in the hallway from dream 1. Except this time I am at the table with the man from dream 1 , the HR people from dream 1, and the man who picked me up in the lobby at the beginning of the dream. They push a torn corner of plain, white paper to me with a number on it... 69,187.40 as the man says, "Thats what you will be making here." I am excited and happy. We all shake hands and agree.
Then, flash...I wake up...
P.S. If the number has any significance at all it must be in the future because thats NOT what I make! Maybe someday though...
