I did not get up because I had enough sleep, I got up because I had too much to dream.

Between 1978 and 1995 I worked for the local telco, first nine months in operator services, then about 7 or 8 years as a central office tech maintaining telephone switches and the circuits between them (trunks), then the last bit as a system administrator in the network operations center originally called a switching control center but the name morphed during my time there.

In this dream I had returned to working for the telco but there was no time cards (when I was there we had paper time cards at first and later computerized time cards).

There was so much surveillance that they were no longer required. They knew where you were and what you were doing every second of your waking being there. There were no windows on the buildings. There were elevators that went vertically and underground there were cars like elevators that took you building to building.

Later these were replaced by things that looked like a chair out of the Jetsons on a track that you sat in and they traveled at very high speeds. They also had automated units that would pick up dead or injured bodies and return them to the internal hospital or morgue. These sometimes required human assistance depending upon the damage to said bodies.

When I started back up, they first put me in special services, special services handles things like alarm circuits, broadcast circuits, DID trunks (circuits between central office and customer premises switches), etc.

While I was there I was brought to a female supervisors office. She made sexual advances, I rejected them. I was no longer working special services after that, now my new job was assisting these automated units that pick up dead and broken bodies. I woke up out of the dream at that point.