I thought I’d have nightmares of homeland security people firing rocket launchers or machine guns out of helicopters at me, like the army did at people in Iraq.

     Instead, I woke up out of a totally unlikely but very pleasant dream where I worked somewhere I never have, on a team project, and when it was completed, the team leader was given a $15,000 bonus, and she sponsored a night out and then we all had a party on a beach that lasted all night.  Everyone there was super nice and the whole group was just great people.

     The only places I’ve worked at mostly had good people, an occasionally grumpy boss (who as going through a divorce and trying to quit smoking at the same time), and bonuses were never part of the work experience no matter how hard we worked on a project.

     Here in Washington, most, if not all, of the beaches are closed at night, most don’t allow fires or alcohol, so no all-night partying on the beach here, which is a huge disappointment as I always enjoyed the Annette Funicello and Frankie Avalon Beach Party movies, especially the ones with the Rats.

     But it was a pleasant dream both because I was with a bunch of people I liked and it was on an ocean beach and I love the ocean but afraid to move there with the threat of a subduction zone quake and accompanying tsunami coming any time, not that I could afford to anyway.