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I knew this day would come (kidding, of course).

This morning I woke up feeling a little crankier than my normal energetic self. I slept like a rock, but also got fired by a rock – Michael Rock, to be exact. It's not uncommon for me to dream about work since I'm never off the clock.

Sometimes I dream that I'm late for work and no matter how fast I'm running to get to work – why wouldn't I just take a car? Dreams are weird – I just couldn't get there and I was terrified of the dead air being transmitted to the SouthCoast.

Other times I'm re-living an entire show that Michael and Maddie had done already, only to wake up to my alarm telling me it's time to head to the studio to do it all over again.

However, this time was different than the rest. This time I was fired, but there wasn't exactly a reason. It just kind of happened and I remember in my dream I was very salty. I mean, who wouldn't be? I ended up working for Manny and Jeff over at Prestige Auto Mart in Westport where I was drinking a case of beer at my desk.

There had to be some kind of explanation to the dream itself, and that's when I found out, according to DreamAstroMeanings.com, that it's most likely the result of being stressed or working on a big project at work. Well, no coincidence; it's Restaurant Week, and I've been all over the place, setting up for the morning show to broadcast from different restaurants here on the SouthCoast.

When all is said and done, I can assure you that the rest of the day went great and no one was fired, thankfully. I should probably stop eating so close to bedtime, these dreams are trippy.