Or rather, to be completely fair, the setting wasn't actual work itself. It was actually a fairly wide room with a wall running lengthwise down the middle of it, with a fairly wide opening right in the center so as to split the room into two halves. On the right side of the room (from my point of view) were two beds, one up in the far corner next to the dividing wall, and the other right next to the door in the exact same spot. As for on the other side, I know there were two more bed-like things at either end of that half of the room, but they weren't proper beds, and in fact my first reaction upon walking in and looking around was "I'm not sleeping in there. The rest of the decorations were just that. A few lights on the walls, a couple windows over on the other side of the room, which made for an overall relaxed feeling. Setting aside though, as soon as I walked in I saw Steve (from work), then Joe, and shortly after that, Adam, which doesn't make any sense now that I think about it again, but at the time my only concern was with claiming one of the beds for myself, and I actually patted the one next to the door and said "This is mine!" Then Joe comes in with some excuse about how he absolutely needed to have that one, so I relented, and immediately motioned over to the other side of the room and said "Then that one is mine!", to which Steve and Adam didn't argue, so off we went. Curiously enough, the next thing I can remember is plugging in a little device that would play music in down on the far side of the room (near "my" bed) because I thought it would help me sleep, and then I walked all the way back over to the bed near the door, and laid down despite Joe having previously claimed that one. He didn't say anything though, or rather I don't remember him being a part of the dream after that point, because all the rest I can recall is waking up in the middle of the night and thinking I should move my music player over to my side of the room so I would actually be able to hear it, and then thinking about how not tired I was, so that I should just sit up in bed and write about everything that had happened.
Then when I woke up in real life, I was immediately concerned, because I thought for sure I was going to go to work and have to close with Steve and Joe, but eventually I remembered Tryphena and Manoah were actually the ones who were closing, which was a relief. Well, not that much of a relief, to be honest, because I talked to Manoah in MSN last night and ended up telling him the story of how I went to London and got punched in the nose (it came up that he had been in London for the day), so now I might be pestered about that, but honestly, it doesn't really matter. That did happen, and while I can't expect him to keep all of the facts straight, he's usually pretty good about not spreading things around. If they're directly related to work, oh, yes, everybody will know within an hour of those things being revealed, but if they aren't, then they won't. Although I do somewhat expect to be asked what if any special celebrations we had last night, and there wasn't much, really. I went to 7-11 at 9:30 and was dismayed to find Tim Hortons already closed, then went home to see everybody together in the living room playing some game, but then Mom and Dad went upstairs at ~11:30, so I went down and joined Adam, Trish, and Naomi in the living room for the last half hour to enjoy the fire they eventually made, and watch them throw balls of newspaper and eventually old magazines at each other. Then I went into the kitchen to make those cookies, and got through about half of the first batch before I became incredibly tired, which was when I decided to just be done, so I finished up, came back upstairs, and busied myself with thinking over recent events for most of the rest of the night. It's kind of annoying in a way, but that makes two times where it's been fairly early in the morning, and I've just laid here for a good long while thinking about everything that had gone on / that was still happening. Now I just need to figure out how to do that when I actually specifically want to, but I think it's just a matter of not having any distractions.
With that though, it'll be time to leave for work soon enough, so I'm off to put some of these cookies into a margarine tub for easier transport, and then to find something else to do with my last ten minutes~