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This morning's dream had a lot to do with blocks. Little alphabet blocks. Unfortunately, I can't remember anything about that part of the dream. The one sequence I do recall involves me working at a new job. I was working away when I was told that there was a jean switching event going on at that moment. Apparently there was some sort of business policy that allowed the workers to wear jeans to work with the caveat that at any time, the managers can tell all of the employees to take off their jeans and switch into pants. Unfortunately, I was not aware of this, and as I watched the jean wearing workers tearing off their jeans and replacing them with more businesslike attire (some were actually wearing pants under their jeans) I was busy trying to look inconspicuous. Even Laz was prepared as he had brought a change of clothes. Eventually, only I remained as the sole jean wearing outcast and the (female) boss came in to address the troops. I tried to hide behind the other workers as she passed by, but apparently she wasn't paying any attention to us since she wasn't looking at our legs. I tried to wander to the back of the crowd and was accosted by a fellow employee who asked me why I wasn't prepared..
