Dreams and parentheses

It's official. I'm unemployed in my dreams.

Of course, in those unemployed dreams, I'm driving down the road alone (in the car and on the road) and a promotional van drives by and shoots money out the snout. So, I stop my car, take the keys with me (but leave the door open) and start collecting all the money. While I'm collecting money (which happen to be small bills and all of an older print), I come across a reporter who is documenting the experience. He doesn't want any of the money (I asked) and we find a dead deer at the end of the money trail. He pokes it, and it moves. I pick money off of it. The deer gets up, but it's 2 back feet snap off (money is attached to them.) I take the money and the deer runs off. With my hands filled with money, I worry about my open car door.

After I wake up, worry about my We Rule kingdom, and fall back asleep, I have a dream that I work for a salon that is seated in the office of 2 jobs ago. My phone is on silent and ringing. When I answer it, I don't know the name of the company. There's a bag of catered food on my desk that I walk back to the fridge. When I see my "boss" in the bosses office, she asks if I've seen her drink. I saw no and tell her I'll keep an eye out for it.