Blue Man Fred

Confession: This dream doesn't begin with Blue Man Fred and maybe this was 2 different dreams. In that case, the 2nd dream began with Blue Man Fred.

In my first dream it seemed like maybe I was working for a call center, maybe not. That atmosphere and decor looked different and there weren't many people working, however there were many work stations with phones. It looked more like a beauty salon, but nobody was having their hair styles nor did I see any tools stylists use to do hair.

It was Sabbath and I was at work. The entire dream, I couldn't figure out why I was walking to work. I walked through the campus of the U of M, feeling guilty. When I was at work, I never really worked. This other lady that was there took all the phone calls. At lunch, my friend MD surprised me with wine and a loaf of challah. We said blessings, ate, drank and shared conversation. He said he knew I was there and I could not understand how he knew. It seemed very strange to be drinking wine in the lunchroom at work. MD stashed the wine bottle and showed me another wine bottle he had stashed, he said there was a Jewish holiday when they had made him come to work.

Later, I was going home. I walked inside the house, surveyed each room to see if anyone else was home, and someone knocked at the door. I didn't look through the peephole or ask who it was, I just opened the door like some crazy, foolish woman and there was this big tall dark young man in a Blue-Man suit, (except his face wasn't blue). He said, "I need to use the bathroom real bad!". I don't remember verbally giving him permission or inviting him in. But he was past me in a second and on his way down the hall to the bathroom. He knew where to find it.

Somehow, my attention got diverted to something else and then back to the Blue Man, sprinting toward the front door and out he went! He wasn't holding or carrying anything and it didn't seem probable he could hide anything in that suit, so I didn't worry until I went into my room and found my laptop was taken apart. The screen had several layers and they were all separated all over my bedspread. I was patiently putting them back together (as if I knew what I was doing) and my youngest sister walked in. (Apparently, it was her house?) 

"What happened?" she asked me. I explained. Then she looked up in my closet and asked "What's that cat?" She walked over to the top shelf and brought out my cat who was wrapped inside a blanket and tied up so that only her head was showing. I tried to calm my cat while I untied the bundle and she ran off to the front door after she was freed, as if she was going to take vengeance against her captor.

My sister asked, "What did he look like?" My description was pretty brief, but she answered like she was sure. "Oh, that's Fred! He's crazy. He does that to people. He used to work at Krogers as a meat-cutter."

"...And you just let him do that?"

She looked at me funny and said, "YOU just let him do that.

I went back to my computer, put it back together and realized the cord was missing. But then I found it on the floor. My cat came back into the room and was looking at me. Then I woke up and my cat was just sitting there looking at me.