Work dreams

I've been offered a new job and accepted it. Work begins next week, in Denver, and I am a bit conflicted about the whole thing. Recently I've been dreaming a lot about jobs and working.

Dream #1 (before I received the job offer).
I go to a Google office, perhaps hoping to find a job. I walk right in, without having to show any ID, and wander over to some work areas, listening in on conversations, observing development meetings, etc. No one pays any attention to me, no one worries that I will steal their ideas. It is almost like being invisible. I feel a great sense of desolation and am sure that no one will ever hire me again.

Dream #2 (the night after I received the job offer).
I am rereading the email from Human Resources and I notice a paragraph I hadn't seen before. As I am reading it, the words become a video of an older woman. She asks, "Why in the world do you want this job? Wouldn't you rather be writing?"

Dream #3 (the night after I accepted the job offer).
It occurs to me that if I'm going to start a new job, I should retrieve the last of my possessions from my old office. So I go back, and sure enough, there are piles of my junk all over the office. Old shoes, books, items from holiday parties. Just a mess. I'm embarrassed that the new person has had to live with this. I find some bags and start shoving it all in.

Some of my old coworkers see me through the half-open door and Jill, the secretary, notices that I don't have an ID badge. "How did you get in?" she asks. I don't know. I must have snuck in through an unlocked door. (Or perhaps it's like the Google situation, see Dream #1 above.) But I'll need to make several trips to get all my stuff out of the building, so I must have a badge. Jill goes with me to the security office to get a visitor badge. While in line, I suddenly realize that I don't have a letter from my supervisor. Without one, security will not give me a badge. Hearing this, Jill leaves. I am about to leave too when DJ, one of my favorite engineers, shows up. He tells the security guard that he and I were camp counselors together, long ago (not true!), and the guard nods and smiles and gives me a badge. I know it is because DJ is so well-regarded and trustworthy, probably even helped set up the new security system. Using the badge, I manage to get back into the building, though it is not easy. I have to climb stairs that are almost upside down, squeeze between walls, and when I finally come out on a floor, it is the 2nd floor, not the 3rd, where I need to be. But I know I will get there eventually.

When I woke up, my first thought was that it was so sweet that DJ had helped me get a badge... and then I remembered that DJ is dead, in a motorcycle accident, a year and a half ago. Puzzling.