First, some background. $uber_boss is amazing. She's a big part of why I have such a great job -- she gives her employees the freedom to seek solutions when there are problems, she gives incredible support to people, and she is just really kind. "Warm, but not fuzzy," one of my co-workers commented once, and it's true. Every time I have a meeting with $uber-boss, I walk out of her office with a spring in my step. I feel confident, I feel capable, I feel absolutely like I can accomplish even more than I already do. I wish I knew how she does that. I would do anything for her, as a result, and I can think of few things worse than disappointing her.

So it was a surprise when, in my dream last night, I was called into her office unexpectedly. She needed to talk to me. I sat down at the little round table, stacked with papers and binders, as I always do, and looked at her expectantly.

"You're getting more responsibility in the office," she said. "And I feel like I should talk to you about presenting yourself professionally." I somehow realized that she was talking about my wardrobe. I worried, briefly, that she was talking about my new Fluevog boots, which, in my dream, I was wearing. That was not the case. I asked her if she was saying I should wear more suits, and she said that might be okay, but really, it was about my overall presentation.

Even in this dream, she went on to give me specific advice about how to dress. She did this in a way that never embarrassed me, or made me feel self-conscious. Even as she was telling me that I should never wear two sweaters together, I felt that she was genuinely and kindly trying to help me do my job better.

When the meeting was over, I had concrete ideas about what I should do about my wardrobe. I even had ideas about how it wouldn't cost too much, and I could continue to wear my Fluevog shoes and boots without worry.

I woke up, and my first thought was "What the fuck was that???"

I told my colleague and friend SG, who is $uber_boss's right-hand woman, that I was having work-related stress, and related my dream. Once she managed to stop laughing, she said that it would've been a great April Fool's joke! I agreed, and she immediately regretted telling me. I'm trying to imagine $uber_boss pulling off this joke, and failing. I would've laughed my fucking ass off if she'd tried, though, especially when she got to the bit about wearing two sweaters together.

I love my job.