In the realm of dreams, a peculiar sequence unfolded. I found myself standing before my manager, who was furious over a process document I had prepared. The document contained an error, stating that a client should be processed by another department, a responsibility they vehemently denied. The manager of that department confronted me, and I defended myself, explaining that I had merely copied the information from a previous document. Suddenly, the scene shifted. We were all vying for an invitation to an outing worth 2600 pesos. A friend handed me 2000 pesos, insisting that she had already given me the remaining 600. I didn't want to upset her, but I stood my ground, asserting that she hadn't given me the full amount. The dream morphed once again, transporting us under the seabed. There, we discovered a rich deposit of gasoline on the Manila side, but we faced a problem - the gasoline couldn't be transferred to the Bicol side. The manager of the department m
