For some reason, my company was transferring me to Saudi Arabia. I remember there were people there that were building me an apartment. It looked crappy and old. It was made of old yellow rock, and had 6 rooms - three on each side, stacked on top of one another. I didn't want to live there. It was in the desert.

The foreman (or whatever he was) had given me specific instructions.

"You must not tip the workers. When they're done, let them bow to you. Don't give them any money, just stand there and smile."

I remember wanting to argue, because they were doing this hard work, and I wanted to tip them. The foreman would not let me. I had cash in my hand, too.

In the end, I did what I was told. I stood there, smiling, while all the workers bowed to me. Inside, it made me sick.

Time Shift

I dreamt about waking up from the dream above. I went into the living room at my parents' house (although I don't live there anymore), and told my Mom "My company is transferring me to Saudi Arabia."

The rest of the night is a blur.