So here's the dream. I went to apply for a job at CIC (Citizenship and Immigration Canada). They were in a small but very nice mausoleum or Greek temple-y sort of building. The workers were mostly in a beautiful garden out back doing something that wasn't related to work. They commented about how backed up they were but just laughed about it. I think there was one person inside actually working. At any rate, it was an idyllic workplace in that it was pretty laid back, quiet, and a beautiful building and grounds. I was pretty excited to drop off my resume.
The next day I went back. I didn't have an interview yet, but I wanted to follow up on my submission. When I got there, I saw a centaur sparring with some Greek guy in front of the building. Now, even in my dream, I knew centaurs weren't supposed to exist, and so I thought that this was indeed going to be a very interesting workplace. I felt like I had just signed on with the fantasy equivalent of Men in Black. It was cool. Well, the Centaur (who I instinctively felt was Chiron) started sparring with me, and I did ok. The Greek man he had been sparring with prior was Telemachus, whose name I recognized but didn't remember who it was until after I woke up (Odysseus' son).
Anyway, I had a little chat with Chiron and found out he already knew who I was and that he had known my parents back in Alberta. I felt my appearance at the CIC at this time was somehow guided by either Providence or Chiron himself, and that I was to be assured the position. I was so happy to have found all this, and wanted to see what new things other than centaurs I might discover. Sadly, I woke up, and have not seen a centaur since.
The lesson: I have to make my life so incredibly awesome that never again will I wake up disappointed after a dream.