Welcome to my nightmare

I'm no stranger to nightmares. Usually, I'm trapped in a house with a bunch of people I both like and dislike while some crazed maniac picks us off one by one. You know, classic horror film stuff. Maybe it's because I watch so many horror flicks. Maybe it's because I'm sick and depraved. Maybe it's because part of me wants to be the female Wes Craven someday. Whatever the reason, none of the demented things I've ever dreamed up before could compare to last night's trauma.

I started at the new job, and it was everything I hoped it would be and more. I was happy and fulfilled. I was valued as an employee. I was not browbeaten and told I was a horrible writer every day. I wore jeans to work every day and no one looked me up and down with disdain. You know, it was the exact opposite of that other job.

And then my boss quit. And my ex-boss from that other job was hired to be my new boss. I woke up in a state of complete and utter depair. I've never been so happy to have that it was just a dream realization.

Gee, what do you think it meant?