I have very vivid, cinematic dreams and often have a good memory of them when I wake—but, unfortunately, the ones that stay PAST that so that I remember them days later are usually the anxiety dreams. Which all have a basic template:
Either my coworkers or my friends gather around me and say that they’re sorry, they really thought that if they gave me enough time I’d become a decent worker/friend, but it’s just not working out and they’re tired of pretending that I have any potential, so we’re just going to sever this relationship. They’re always very nice about it, but very firm about the fact that I am simply not up to snuff and I’m never going to be worth investing time into.
The venue varies–parties are common, as are work days where I also have a big project to present after this and before I have to clean out my desk.