What are employee dreams about?

I’m in a large underground shopping mall. I’m milling about through all the different sections. I come up to one that is an immense wall of businesses stacked one on top of the other. A cliff formation of businesses. Mostly food vending stands. I’d say they are stacked fifteen stalls high and ten stalls across. All of them stacked one on top of the other. Hard to know how the businesses in the middle get customers, but this is a dream.

As I look up at the strange wall of vending stands, this girl calls to me from the very top.

“Hey, D-” She says. “You gonna climb up here?”

She looks vaguely familiar. Very indie rock, pale and thin, tribal tattoos. She has long black hair with a purple streak in it. A bit street too. Tough.

“You know you wanna climb” She says, taunting. “You can make it up here.”

Damn right I can. I take it as a rock climbing challenge. I stand on counters, grab roofs and awnings as handholds. I pull myself up and up with hands and feet. The owners are naturally irate about me getting on their counters. A lot of them are glaring at me, angrily wiping away my footprints. But why? It’s not like they have customers ten feet or twenty feet off the ground.

It’s hard work, but I’m enjoying it. All the way up the girl is taunting me.

“You aren’t going to make it, are ya? If you do I’ll let you into the booth. Oh, look, you’re slipping.”

An irate Indonesian in a noodle stand half-way up starts chattering angrily at me. He tries to slam down the metal pulldown grate on my foot.

Finally, I grab the edge of the girls counter. The top counter. I pull my entire weight up by my fingertips and sit nimbly on her counter. I'm proud of myself. She looks mildly surprised.

“Hey there” I say. “So, are you going to let me in?”

The girl suddenly looks contrite.

“Um” she says, toying with her hair. “I didn’t really think you’d make it up here.”

“So why did you ask me to come up?”

“I was bored?” she said, looking embarrassed and annoyed.

“Well, now that I’m here, I think I should swing over the counter.”

“Yeah” she says, looking crestfallen. “My boss really wouldn’t like that. She’s a hard-ass.”

A petite, extremely tough looking Chinese woman materializes next to the girl. She also has a very strong, metal roadie look. She looks up at me fiercely and I’m already intimidated. Looking more closely I notice that one of her eyes is missing. No artificial eye, just the fleshy socket where the eye should go. The other eye is piercingly black.

“No one is allowed over this counter” she says. “Absolutely no way.”

“Well” I say. “Your employee here asked me to climb up. So maybe I’m going to come in.”

The woman steels her gaze at me.

“You can try” she says. “But first you’ll have to go through me.”

I stare at the woman and the girl, who now has an ‘oh shit I’m in trouble’ look on her face.

I lock eyes with the woman and we attempt to stare each-other down. Am I going to try and get past her? What a weird stand-off this is.

I had a dream I worked at a paint your own pottery studio and I hated it. The studio was in a large mall that seemed endless. The mall had ramps going every direction, wide walking paths, and I have no other way to describe this but when you're playing coin runners in Mario Kart in Lugis Mansion and the carts can just float down to the other floors. That's how this mall was. Doors and oddly shaped walls all over. The lighting felt like an arcade with the lights on.

I worked opening and closing. I was the only employee. The studio had only plain looking plates and bowls. The shelves with these plates went on so far I couldn’t see the end. The studio itself looked like an unfinished industrial basement.

My friends and family would come visit me, I would close the shop in the middle of the day, I’d let people use it for free. I never saw my boss once. But I couldn’t get fired. I woke up feeling shitty about a job I don’t even have.

I am working in a place that’s called a drugstore, but the actual place is very weird.

We don’t have aisles with products and stuff, we have offices and we constantly have these drills that are preparing us for some sort of danger that never seems to come.

This drugstore also has all employees submitting very personal information about themselves to the “founders” that are never there but there are several employees that are acting like supervisors and these people constantly tell you that you have this piece of info missing and you have to submit it and that piece of info missing and you have to submit it.

Everyone seems to be like they are on drugs here. Everyone is following protocols and you can see that people are sometimes cracking and starting to argue with each other but they are soon after that “fine” and they don’t seem to remember what happened earlier when you ask them why did they argue with this colleague nor do they remember what the argument was about.

On top of it all, I had my family that I was supposed to meet and when I went there I realised that my family barely remembers me. I was stuck in a bathroom and I was thinking that I have to go to the bathroom constantly.

When I went out eventually I would go upstairs where my two cousins live (a brother and a sister) and I realised that my auntie gave birth to two more boys since I “left”.

One of the boys was a teenager and he doesn’t seem to know me but when I ask them “hold on how come nobody told me for so many years that I have two more cousins” they seem to ignore me and continue talking about something else.

When I ask again and try to push it a bit they seem to not remember me at all and it’s like we all lose a touch from reality until we get back and I am once more stuck in that bathroom, needing to go.

The other boy (the other cousin I didn’t know about) was the youngest one and he loved wearing goth, torn, black, dresses and black crop tops. So when I asked him how come you like wearing these things, my oldest cousin (the one I have in real life) attacked me and told me “to leave him the fuck alone” although this person never swears in real life, ever.

That same cousin is a very private person in real life. She rarely takes photos of herself, ever, and she only keeps social media active to communicate with people. But in my dream, she was asking everyone around her to take nice photos of her because “she needs to submit these photos” and would snap and send everyone to hell if she didn’t like the photos we’d taken.

I asked my other cousin (the brother who I am very close to in real life) what in the hell is happening over here and he told me “listen, things have changed around here since you left and this is how we all are now.”

Idk what he meant by “this is how we are now”, but the weirdest thing is that yes I moved away from my country 5 years ago and I am currently living in another country that’s only an hour flight away from them so I do go to visit often. But in my dream I was working and living there, near them.

Back to my place of work when I was getting out of a bus, someone pushed me so when I stopped because I simply, physically couldn’t move, someone from behind told me “the only thing you should know about is that the drugstore is really a DRUG store”.

Then, it became clear to me that my colleagues are all using drugs at work as a way to cope with having their brains washed by a “danger” that never seems to quite arrive.

Things weren’t the same from then and as I was approaching my workplace I realised that I forgot that important piece of information one of my supervisors wanted me to bring with me to work that day.

I go to apologise and he snaps at me and starts acting like his life depends on that piece of personal information about me.

Then another colleague comes into his office and calms him down before he moves on to the other desk that’s there and she takes over “my case”.

I told her in all honesty that I forgot about it and she told me to “please don’t forget it the next time because this is all in my best interest and if I don’t, they won’t be able to protect me”.

Fucking hell I want to continue this dream and see what happens but it’s also the weirdest shit I’ve ever dreamed and I’m scared.

Had a dream that I was working for some hotel, but had to work out of one of the employee housing rooms. It was already filled with a collection of past employee items. I wound up being unable to leave so I just kept working. There was a shark in the pool, a monster in the maintenance garage, and you had to go through other eemployeehousing rooms to get to your room. Employees were just supposed to keep working as people were being eaten and never mention these things to the hotel guests.

I was in this high end store selling bags. And I was with a friend who was gonna buy this expensive hot pink bag for this girl he liked. The female employee there suddenly started telling a story about some dark history. Idk if the story had to do with the store itself. She was saying how a couple had a newborn that died. They placed the baby in a box under the stairs and left it there. I was suddenly in the story itself and the couple invited me to dinner at their house. But I had the feeling the husband killed the baby.