Cable Installation Gone Bad

There was cable work to be done. I don't really know what was getting installed, but the procedure seemed simple enough. Sarah was with me for the installation, though she didn't have any idea what was going on. She was very inquisitive about the process. So much so that she began to get annoying and grabby with the cables and switches. At one point I gave her a shot at solving a problem and putting some cables together and she had no idea what she was doing. I finally got fed up with her presence and yelled at her to get out so I can get some work done. I appologized for being so short, but I really wanted to get the job finished.

Cut to a meeting room. I'm there with my co-workers. Judy is asking a consultant why he wasn't teaching Leroy about network configuration. As it turns out, the previous segment of my dream turns out to be me playing the consultant, and Sarah becomes Leroy. So it was the consultant who yelled at Leroy to get out. Well this just wasn't good. Leroy apparently needed to learn this stuff. So now I'm in the role of the consultant, answering for this heinous crime. Basically my response is that Leroy is an incompetent buffoon who doesn't know a thing about servers. There is some agreement about the room, though the implication is that Judy is not satisfied with this response. I then explain that I was concerned about completing the project on time with Leroy there and that I can fully document the process. At this point it is clear the consultant is on a little sandy island, and perhaps island is too strong a word. It is then explained how he had to flee from Leroy and ended up stuck in the ocean because of it. There is some feeling of understanding about the table.

Now Nick, Paula, and Glen are magically present on the tiny island with me. Vacation? I don't know. But it is clear we want to try to swim back to the mainland. It seems as though I can breathe underwater and Nick explains to me that it's much better if you breathe the water in and out, but that you can still drown without oxygen, you just won't feel it coming. An odd situation. So we're swimming when I find myself unable to surface and realizing that I am going to drown. I attempt to flail my arms desperately and splash some water about, but I fear my companions may not notice my absence until it is too late. Then I feel someone pulling me up. It's Nick. He had seen my flailing and saved me from my drowning. I thanked him profusely for saving my life. And that, I believe, was the end of the dream.