I had this dream where I was working hard to earn a new job. My new job was to become a newspaper reporter for the Toronto Sun. The newspaper as I remembered it in the dream had a blue logo on it instead of a red one.
I was going to work for a guy named Larry. He was my future boss, and that's all I knew about him. I didn't know what he did or what his role was for the paper. All I knew was that I could be working for him.
I was all excited about doing this great thing. Of course there would be a catch to me wanting to take the job. The catch was that I had to start my new gig on Christmas Day. The harder part was to tell my dad who was alive in the dream that I wanted to work for this paper and that I would be willing to start on a holiday.
I was working on a story as an audition for my future job. I was working on a crime story where there was a suspect on a rooftop and I was listening to a news conference conducted by a cop at the same time. I was taking good notes on my reporter's notebook. Now I don't remember what the cop said in my dream.
Near the end of my dream, I was at a local Buffalo Wild Wings to celebrate my impending job offer from the newspaper. I was watching so much sports on so many TVs and eating wings at the same time. I was doing what I did best, sports and eating.
Finally, some good news. "Larry" offered me the job and I accepted. I was hugging him in celebration of my huge victory. I couldn't have been happier.
In reality, I woke up to the sound of my two sons. I still work as an editor and an aspiring producer for CBS46 here in Atlanta. I'm trying to do my best work so that I can achieve victory at the end of my hard work.
I haven't felt really good about things for a while now. I mask my true feelings in the best of ways.
One day, I hope to claim victory in my carer. When I do, I will be able to shout it up on the rooftops wherever they'll have me.
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