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Why do I have dreams like this? 
So I'm at work, and I have a new female coworker. Thing is, she has a boyfriend/male acquaintance/baby daddy who's apparently a paroled murdered and doesn't mind returning to jail, so we all have to watch what we say and do around her.
It's after work, at night, and several of us backroom people are heading to our cars after work when the paroled killer comes zooming up in some old muscle car and waves a shotgun around and drags one of my coworkers into his car, and off they go.
Other coworkers, for some reason, want to run to the grocery store across the street and call for help there, or something. I don't want to go with them--I just want to hop in my car and get away--but I go with them for some reason.
Just outside the grocery store, the killer returns in his muscle car, nearly running us down. He waves the shotgun around some more and forces another coworker of mine into the car.
After they leave, I suggest we go inside the grocery store to call for help, since that was the original plan anyway, and because with any luck the killer won't know we're in there. But no, now they want to return to my store!
So we start heading back. Up comes the killer again. This time he demands I get in the car with him. I must've balked a little bit, because he pulled the trigger on his shotgun and I heard the blast....
and then I woke up.
That made it a little hard to get back to sleep.
So I'm at work, and I have a new female coworker. Thing is, she has a boyfriend/male acquaintance/baby daddy who's apparently a paroled murdered and doesn't mind returning to jail, so we all have to watch what we say and do around her.
It's after work, at night, and several of us backroom people are heading to our cars after work when the paroled killer comes zooming up in some old muscle car and waves a shotgun around and drags one of my coworkers into his car, and off they go.
Other coworkers, for some reason, want to run to the grocery store across the street and call for help there, or something. I don't want to go with them--I just want to hop in my car and get away--but I go with them for some reason.
Just outside the grocery store, the killer returns in his muscle car, nearly running us down. He waves the shotgun around some more and forces another coworker of mine into the car.
After they leave, I suggest we go inside the grocery store to call for help, since that was the original plan anyway, and because with any luck the killer won't know we're in there. But no, now they want to return to my store!
So we start heading back. Up comes the killer again. This time he demands I get in the car with him. I must've balked a little bit, because he pulled the trigger on his shotgun and I heard the blast....
and then I woke up.
That made it a little hard to get back to sleep.
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