He asked something about our pay like whether or not there was a delay if you (we) have Direct Deposit. I answered, stumbling over my answer a bit; I started talking before giving myself a chance to think about it; as we walked thru what seemed like an extended version of middle school hallways.

We were at our job. I don’t know what kind of job it was; we only went to school together in real life; but I seemed to enjoy it, if only because of the people I worked with. I never liked Eugene in real life; in fact I disliked him a lot; but I did in the dream. “What,” I asked with genuine curiosity, “You quitting?”

I might have said “leaving”, adding that I wouldn’t tell anyone if he wanted to keep it between us. He answered yes and that he got or was getting a job helping people rebuild; I assume their houses, yards and such; after the hurricane. I don’t think there’d been one recently, but hurricane season was underway.

I responded with excitement, saying I’d heard people can make a lot of money doing that type of work as we continued to walk together, going from highways to what seemed like some kind of futuristic freeway system. He replied in the affirmative, saying he’d make a lot more than he was making at this job.

I told him we’d miss him. Though I was happy for him, it was sad to hear that he was leaving us. It would be one less member of a crew I enjoyed working with. He told me he’d miss us too, probably more out of moral obligation than sincerity as it seemed he never really liked working there in the first place.

2019 November 25