I dreamed that I was among those who moved part of the Phat Network (what I call my co-workers) up north, to a farm that we would work for additional income. My dad was with us, a former farmer; he had donated the farm to us and was going to teach us to run it. The main house, part barn, part office, part home, was huge. Four smaller houses stood in a row behind it. Brian and I and our cats were assigned to one of the houses, together with a young attorney who really, really loves cats in real life; and the third bedroom reserved for Lila, who we'd recruited, whose least favorite person had stayed in Florida. The show "Glee" was everywhere, playing on screens installed at various places on the property. Only not the real Glee, but one that had gone darker and a little scarier. The music was darker, and every episode was Nationals.
"Where are we?" I asked someone. I went out walking around, exploring, when I saw a sign being put up on the side of the main house: "Welcome to Legal Services of Iowa." IOWA??!! Well that explained why everyone was studying so much: the attorneys would have to pass the Iowa Bar and be licensed. It also explained why my co-workers were out tilling the soil most of the time - it was spring. We refused to hire for that job, as our high-falutin neighboring farm did.
Tiffany, the young attorney living with us, was overseeing some of the old offices in Florida. I remember her telling Da Big Bosss, "I think we can maintain a presence in Manatee County." I was part-time in the office, part-time in the barn, working on seedlings. Brian was in the stables as much as he could be; the only one in our party with horse experience, he took care of them and was teaching others. Lila would be full-time in the fields until summer, when she'd be in the office full-time until harvest, when all hands would be in the fields.
There was a huge "bedroom tower" on one side of the main building, not too unlike Gryffindor Tower at Hogwarts: on the first three floors, three bedrooms and two bathrooms each; on the top floor, a large penthouse bedroom/bath suite, occupied by Da Big Bosss and his wife. He could have easily claimed a house, but left those for families. Single workers doubled-up in some of the rooms, such as Rocky and Forrest; others went to married couples without children, such as Attorneys H and M and their two cats.
Attorney H was helping Da Big Bosss oversee the move and set up the farm in Iowa, under Pa's supervision. J's job was setting up the office. Attorney M, who's about my age, was pregnant with a daughter; she had been assigned to pregnant animals and had already delivered a calf. She also did receptionist duties when the office first opened, and most of the intake. Iowa is not as populous a state as Florida, so traffic was slow. At some point, I had heard of a legal situation and I went to ask Attorney M. about it. She went off to a computer we'd installed in the wall, but she left her thumb behind. There was a real ring on it, but also rotting strings and rusted wires. Hoping that they were not a fashion statement, I went to the sink at the other end of the room, removed the health hazards off the thumb, washed it clean and disinfected it, cleaned the ring and put it back on, and took it back to M, who gave me my answer and put her thumb back on without comment.
I woke up when I began to feel very warm. Much too warm for springtime in Iowa, something was wrong. Our real bedroom, in Florida, which faces east, was hot with the sun.
Sometimes I have "juggernaut" dreams like this, especially involving the Phat Network. Well this isn't really a "juggernaut" dream, because in my "juggernaut" dreams, everyone is there, everything happens, and there's always a dance. Unless you count Glee, there wasn't a dance; and not everyone had made the trip from Florida.
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