Needed: One talanted interpreter of dreams.

So, most of you are probably familiar with stories from the scriptures of people having visions or dreams and then having those dreams interpreted.  If any of you know anyone with that skill living in the present, could you have them get in touch with me?  Because last night was a doozy. 

The dream started with me getting a job at a call center.  I don't remember exactly what the product was but we were supposed to call people to sell something.  Weirdly, everyone we called was expecting the call and pretty much everyone wanted to buy from us.  Yeah, not you're typical call center experience for anyone who's had the pleasure...

Anyway as the dream went on I got to know all of my co-workers who were figments of my imagination.  Nobody I know in real life or anything like that.  So far, pretty normal aside from the positive response of prospective customers.

But then things got crazy.

I went to meet my supervisor only to find out that it was none other than the man, the myth, the legend, the one, the only, Mr. Snoop D-O-Double-Gizzle.  The "Doggfather".  Yes, this guy...

 If you've ever wondered what it would be like to work for a rap music mogul at a call center, now you get an inside look.  Staff meetings were more entertaining than any other place I have ever worked.  I mean, I've had some good bosses in the past but did they rap about our goals for the week?  So yeah, no contest there.  For some reason I remember the dream as taking place a few weeks before Christmas.  Anyway, since our team's supervisor was Snoop Dogg he came around and gave us all a Christmas bonus out of his own pocket.   He did this despite management's disapproval citing the fact that other teams wouldn't be getting a similar bonus.  As you can imagine, it was a pretty hefty sum for being part time call center agents.  I was so moved by the gesture that when he brought me my check I was in tears and gave him a hug.  Yes, in my dream I hugged Snoop Dogg.  He smelled like smoke...but not the kind you're thinking.  Just standard tobacco smell, no scent of weed that I could detect. 

Then I went back to work making calls.  We must have had a pretty high tech system because each call I could see a picture and description of the person I was calling.  The dream left off with me trying to get a hold of Tony Horton, who is the creator of the workout system P90X.  I have been doing the workouts, but still, why would I be calling him as a telemarketer?  I didn't get an answer so I made a couple of other calls, then tried him back.  The ringtone turned into my alarm going off and just like that I woke up to the reality that there was no fat check from Snoop Dogg waiting to help me pay tuition this year.  Oh well, you can always dream right? 

So back to my original point, any thoughts as to the interpretation of this dream, if not helpful, would at least be highly entertaining!