...you dream of nothing but whacking Cimeroran traitors all night before a job interview.
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.
It's stress relief, and interviews are stressful. I'm sure your subconscious understands this
-Terry
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"so listen up boy, or pornography starring your mother will be the second worst thing to happen to you today"
TF2: Spy
Ask Terr, nothing helps you unwind then beating 5 kinds of crap out of Romans.
In this case, though, it was more like the dreams I get when I take a cold medicine with pseudo-ephedrine in it -- endlessly chasing their own tails and not restful at all.
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.
In this case I'll go out on a limb and guess it was your subconcious expressing frustration... the interviews that go no where are the romans, and no matter how many you slay they just keep coming.
Hear that thunder rolling till it seems to split the sky?
That's every ship in Grayson's Navy taking up the cry-
NO QUARTER!!!
-- "No Quarter", by
Echo's Children