Dream jobs don't pay physical world bills.

Due to an unfortunate encounter with a poisoned omelet at a Seattle IHOP back in April, my life has been in a tailspin, which I'm only pulling back into level flight now.

The "nice psychiatrists" who have been trying to help me put me onto a medication that left me docile, manageable, but completely miserable, as I could not sleep most nights. But do I dream! Twenty dreams a night, on average. In 8 to 10 of them, I'm employed.

A long time ago, I came up with a policy that seems to work well for me: If I'm not sure I'm in a dream or not, treat it as rock bottom reality. Follow all laws, treat people politely and with respect, and, if I'm employed, do the best job I possibly can. The problem is, when I wake up, besides being tired as the dickens, I'm in the same boat in physical reality as before I went to bed -- same poverty, same apartment that's threatening to go away if I don't pay rent. Same state agencies that want to shut me off from all services.

So what is my point? It seems there are those out there who use, "Dreams aren't real" to get around labor laws.

Anybody else experiencing dream jobs that are vivid enough to make you tired when you wake up? Post a comment!