Here's the Tarot reading for your dream:
The fact that you are climbing out of a skyscraper means that you will be promoted to the highest level in your company....I'm telling you, you will soon be Mr. Big, CEO, Da Man rude bwoy. Shitting BIG bucks! You are going to be 'up there' in your lofty office with the big timers, plush leather chair, carpeted office where you feel your feet sink when stepping!
Unfortunately, along with all this power and wealth that you have acquired, you are going to institute some drastic changes within the company that will adversely affect labour relations. The co-workers that you one used to flex will with are going to hate your guts and plan a coup to remove you from power...even if it means that they need to kill you in order to do so. They shall not continue to take the shit that you have been letting off on them.
On the day that they decide that it is time for the 'execution' one person (a traitor to the conspiracy, who has helped you to ascend the ladder of success) becomes privi to the fact that nuff rude bwoy inna de office plan to disembowel you rass. There is no other way to escape as they have rendered the elevators nonfunctional. You frantically realize that you must do something quickly in order to save your life. You lift your telephone to call security. The line dead! You try your cell....only to get one ring and then as luck would have it, your battery dies. (Hush my yute, Murphy's law still applies!
)
You start to panic, anxiety sets in, a huge lump is felt in your throat, your family jewels suddenly start to get pulled up towards your belly, cold sweat start wash you forehead. (Thinking to yourself...blood cleat, wah me a go do now!) You open the door of your office to seek the assistance of your trusty Personal Assistant (AKA Secretary), only to see her clutching tightly a 12 inch blade reminiscent of the Shaolin Temple....(bombo, all she join de conspiracy to rahtid!
).
You run back into your office slamming the door and locking it from the inside. Your adrenaline level peaks, you look at the huge tinted glass window and confront one of your phobias. It is your only way out. You think back to your high school days of those keyrings that that had a condom inside with the saying, "In case of Emergency, break glass!" You have to do it, this is an Emergency, your life is in grave danger. You look around the office frantically for an object to throw at the window to break it. You see the heavy marble statue of a Buddah that was given to you as a gift on one of your recent business trips to the Far East.
You lift it from its wooden pedestal and with all the energy you can muster, cast it at the window and it goes crashing through to land on the ground below seconds later, breaking up into many small splinters.
You approach the hole made in the glass and stick your head through first, instantly fear overcomes you as you see the tiny cars and people on the road below, but you absolutely must get the hell out. You slowly pull the rest of your body through, clutching on for dear life to the metal beams that support the building. The glass gashes your arm while you pass through the jagged edges of the conduit, and blood is spilled onto your expensive linen suit.
So, you have managed to escape, but now you face the difficulty of reaching the ground. The wind blows your clothing and can easily result in you losing your balance. How the hell are you going to make it down?? (I don't know boss, better make your way good with the Almighty pretty damn quick!) Little do you know that the conspirators are all busily gathering outside the building waiting patiently to perform the execution when you eventually make it to ground level.
So, do you jump to your death, or wait for them to deliver the fateful blows?
Moral of the story here: When one starts to become upwardly mobile in life, never lose sight of those from whence you came. Do unto others as you would like them to do in return to you.
Actually my yute, I know you well and realize that you are nothing like the characetr in the above 'interpretation', but let's say I thoroughly enjoyed 'reading' you. I think I prefer the thousands of baby fish, wha you seh!? 
Jus cool rude bwoy!
Posted by: Dr. D. on September 14, 2003 12:03 PM
Here's the Tarot reading for your dream:
The fact that you are climbing out of a skyscraper means that you will be promoted to the highest level in your company....I'm telling you, you will soon be Mr. Big, CEO, Da Man rude bwoy. Shitting BIG bucks! You are going to be 'up there' in your lofty office with the big timers, plush leather chair, carpeted office where you feel your feet sink when stepping!
Unfortunately, along with all this power and wealth that you have acquired, you are going to institute some drastic changes within the company that will adversely affect labour relations. The co-workers that you one used to flex will with are going to hate your guts and plan a coup to remove you from power...even if it means that they need to kill you in order to do so. They shall not continue to take the shit that you have been letting off on them.
On the day that they decide that it is time for the 'execution' one person (a traitor to the conspiracy, who has helped you to ascend the ladder of success) becomes privi to the fact that nuff rude bwoy inna de office plan to disembowel you rass. There is no other way to escape as they have rendered the elevators nonfunctional. You frantically realize that you must do something quickly in order to save your life. You lift your telephone to call security. The line dead! You try your cell....only to get one ring and then as luck would have it, your battery dies. (Hush my yute, Murphy's law still applies!
You start to panic, anxiety sets in, a huge lump is felt in your throat, your family jewels suddenly start to get pulled up towards your belly, cold sweat start wash you forehead. (Thinking to yourself...blood cleat, wah me a go do now!) You open the door of your office to seek the assistance of your trusty Personal Assistant (AKA Secretary), only to see her clutching tightly a 12 inch blade reminiscent of the Shaolin Temple....(bombo, all she join de conspiracy to rahtid!
).
You run back into your office slamming the door and locking it from the inside. Your adrenaline level peaks, you look at the huge tinted glass window and confront one of your phobias. It is your only way out. You think back to your high school days of those keyrings that that had a condom inside with the saying, "In case of Emergency, break glass!" You have to do it, this is an Emergency, your life is in grave danger. You look around the office frantically for an object to throw at the window to break it. You see the heavy marble statue of a Buddah that was given to you as a gift on one of your recent business trips to the Far East.
You lift it from its wooden pedestal and with all the energy you can muster, cast it at the window and it goes crashing through to land on the ground below seconds later, breaking up into many small splinters.
You approach the hole made in the glass and stick your head through first, instantly fear overcomes you as you see the tiny cars and people on the road below, but you absolutely must get the hell out. You slowly pull the rest of your body through, clutching on for dear life to the metal beams that support the building. The glass gashes your arm while you pass through the jagged edges of the conduit, and blood is spilled onto your expensive linen suit.
So, you have managed to escape, but now you face the difficulty of reaching the ground. The wind blows your clothing and can easily result in you losing your balance. How the hell are you going to make it down?? (I don't know boss, better make your way good with the Almighty pretty damn quick!) Little do you know that the conspirators are all busily gathering outside the building waiting patiently to perform the execution when you eventually make it to ground level.
So, do you jump to your death, or wait for them to deliver the fateful blows?
Moral of the story here: When one starts to become upwardly mobile in life, never lose sight of those from whence you came. Do unto others as you would like them to do in return to you.
Actually my yute, I know you well and realize that you are nothing like the characetr in the above 'interpretation', but let's say I thoroughly enjoyed 'reading' you. I think I prefer the thousands of baby fish, wha you seh!?
Jus cool rude bwoy!
Posted by: Dr. D. on September 14, 2003 12:03 PM