Work Stress (morning of 25/11/2014)

At work.
I am sat at my desk in room 3. I have to leave for some reason, and when I return one of the new managers is angry with me because of the state of my desk. She is very patronizing and I have to remind her that I have been working there for a year. This makes no difference to her attitude. She rants about the cleaners, and I feel I am being treated as a new member of staff.
I run into another of the new managers from work. He is speaking to me about a new campaign that I will be put on, even though I do not want to go on a new campaign and am happier where I am. He says that with '6 years of experience' I will be good for the campaign. 6 years? I have only been working in this company a year! I am puzzled, but then realize that he is referring to my years working in various call centres. It soon become apparent that I know this man from somewhere - or rather that he knows me. I do not recognize him. his features then change from that of a white man into a black man with a trilby hat.
I have to get to a band rehearsal / gig. There will be a lot of people in this band - ten of us are to be onstage, which someone points out will be 'total chaos'. We will be playing some kind of heavy doom metal. I have bought my guitar along with me - my old guitar that I got for my Christmas of 1992. I am unhappy with work, and am unsure where we are to rehearse. We have a room at work to rehearse in but I am not sure where - there is a notice on a board. Room 4 or 5? Everyone else is there. Andy comes to look for me, but because I am in a bad mood I ignore him and pretend I have not seen him. Cutting off my nose to spite my face. Now I am in a room with Nat and Karen - possibly their flat. I start whinging about something - perhaps what has happened at work, perhaps that I do not know where the rehearsal is, perhaps I am just being self pitying - the last seems extremely likely. Nat says she is sick of me complaining and then leaves the room.
I am trying to find my boots,
If I find my boots I will be able to get to the rehearsal. I am reaching under Nat and Karen's sofa for the boots. I find one but not the other. Then I find another boot but not of the same pair. They are both covered in mud. This is ridiculous. The rehearsal, by the time I get there will be all but over! Not only will I have had a shit day at work, and made people angry because I have been whinging, I also will not be part of a heavy doom band any more!
I go to put on some deodorant. Karen asks of I can go into the other room to do it. I do so. The other room had the feel of a much not used room in a middle-class house, all neat and tidy. There are ornaments on the windowsill.
I wake from this dream - about an hour ago as I write - feeling unhappy and angry!