A Comfortable Departure

 

I remember I was having an odd and somewhat complicated dream, when it was suddenly interrupted by my boss.  Here’s the thing, I have had so many varied bosses over the years, that in this instance my boss took on the appearance of Ted Danson.  I guess, simply because he was recognizable.  I don't know why, but this was a seemingly smooth transition taking place from the crazy dream I had just been having.

Anyway, he was at my desk talking to me and I could tell he felt a little awkward, like he was about to tell me I had gotten just a little too old to any longer be useful to the company.  I was about to be fired.

It was at this point in the dream that he leaned slightly in and asked me what it is that makes me happy.  I remember this exactly, because I started to answer him out loud.  My own voice was waking me up, so I stopped and immediately began using my dream voice.  Whatever that is.

I said, I’d be in a comfortable room, with a good friend having a great conversation.  We’d be enjoying a refreshing beverage, and although alcoholic, it wouldn’t be affecting our judgement.  There would be no clocks or calendars, no pressing engagements or upcoming events hanging over our heads.  We would have time to just meander through our thoughts, comparing experiences and opinions.

In the end, that’s how they would find me, in a comfortable room with a pleasant expression on my face and maybe just a little melted ice in the bottom of the glass.  Just quietly making a comfortable departure.