There was a shark in some random living room I was in (that was mine).  It was a run-down older house... Nasty grey carpet... (kinda like mine now)  And it was filled with about a foot and a half to 2 feet of water.  The shark was being fended off by a couch pillow from a couch that Kiki has now.  Weiiiird.

I was in these people's apartment so that I could help my colleague because her caseload was too large.  She'd left, and I stayed several hours (I think it was the whole day) to help their family.  (I was being a counselor.)  And when I came out I realized my car was stolen.  I got to Mamma's house and had a bit of trouble getting in because the door was blocked with a bunch of crap and Leena (my neice) went the other way instead of coming to the door, but I got in.  Then I called the police about my car.  (My SUV now)  I was inside (not Mamma's house now, but an apartment) and I was talking to my friend (Billy from Melrose Place??? lol) and then I realized I'd need a ride to work tomorrow.  He said he has to go into work tomorrow at 11 for an emergency meeting, so he'd be happy to take me to work before that.  I said okay, and that I could go late so he wouldn't have to drive too much.

I went to work (Wonder Bread) and some tall black guy ran out with a small plastic sack.  I guessed he didn't pay for it because of the way he was acting.  He went across the street, and I'd stayed sitting where I was (in front of work).  He came back and I got nervous and went into work the front way, where I normally don't go.  I got in the locked door easily because someone else was going in before me, so I didn't have to look for my magnetic key.  I had to squeeeeze by a team that was already in a meeting, and the team-leader didn't have a problem with me doing so.  I went to look for my team.  For some reason I had to come back through and squeeze through again.  This time they started asking for my opinions on something and including me in the meetings.

That's it... lol.