Good grief! This was not a dream; it was a nightmare!
I dreamt that I was working back at Harcourt. There was a swimming pool involved and we were all having a great time in the pool. The dream involved a lot of changing into (modest) swimwear, as well as checking texts and emails on our phones. There were people I knew and some I didn’t. But then — MARGIE arrived! She made us wear complicated designer dresses, completely decorated the entire office, and gave us impossible assignments. Almost everyone quit. I went to see her in her office, and whereas I had always just knocked on the boss’s door and if she wasn’t busy, I would go right in. Not now! The secretary-from-hell guarded Margie’s office vigilantly. She screamed at me when I know knocked on Margie’s door, “Don’t you know how to behave?” Later, when I was quitting, I was summoned to Margie’s office. I couldn’t figure out how to wear the designer dress so I wore a nice dress of my own. When I went to the secretary to gain admittance to the “inner sanctum,” she attempted to take my dress off me, as it wasn’t the correct dress. She actually CUT the dress I was wearing. I screamed, “Call 9-1-1! Call the police! This is assault and battery!” because she had verbal assaulted me and cut my clothing (battery). The police were on the way when I awoke.
The next before this, or maybe the one before that, I had dreamed about Cathy, the editor at Harcourt. I don’t remember much about the dream, but I also have several.”work” dreams a month. Sometimes it involves Pearson, but usually Harcourt or Harcourt/Pearson. Rarely NYS Ed Dept. Apparently I am still suffering trauma from that brief year with Margie at Harcourt. It gives me a clue to a defining moment in my life, I guess.