I just had the worst Severance parody-satire nightmare of all time.

  1. I was not getting paid. I don’t mean that I was not getting paid because it was a dream; I was working a job that I didn’t want, never accepted, wasn’t offered, but was refused pay the entire dream.

  2. It was a perpetual first day at the “job” which was just a bunch of people handing me stuff that I could not recognize, telling me to do things to these “space food stuffs” that was not cooking, and then walk around with it through streets and buildings I didn’t know watching the space food in my hands disintegrate and become useless.

  3. BOogEr HAiR ? What the fuck is booger hair ? Why in my dreams do I have booger hair ?

  4. Everyone else smelled lovely. I will accept that.

  5. Literally this “dream nightmare job” took many things I enjoy about life and turned them into humiliation festivals for me over and over again. So at least that was familiar.

  6. I fucking had booger hair.

  7. And every time I tried to stop working a beautiful man or woman would interrupt me and drag me into another task of “placrite the pingus until two deep vibiluslatiions find a gentle crunchy palate” or some instructions of similar non-sense-icallity changing each time using cooking tools that do not exist ANYWHERE in any universe to fail at accomplishing it while being given another task in a building I do not know in with people more beautiful and skilled that me at everything.

  8. The number of ants that were on me the whole time is another whole discussion.

  9. And I didn’t even get any dream-nightmare-money again not because it was a dream but because people kept telling me that there was no time for getting paid and I was a newbie so my labor didn’t count it actually made everything worse.

Unemployable in real life and in the dream world is a new level of barbarbarbarity.