I get on my cell phone, talking to Scott at The Bee about the job I'm hoping to get. I walk outside with the phone and it seems our office is in Seattle. I walk up the hill to a coffee shop, still talking to Scott. He wants me to work with a guy named Erick in LA, doing a TV show. "I thought you wanted me to write." He tells me I will do the tv show and then write about doing the tv show. I can't see anything but white as there's smoke everywhere. I want to keep talking. I realize that if I start walking I might be walking into the fire or out of it. I keep talking and I walk. I end up on a busy Seattle street, foot traffic heavy.
My cell phone turns out to actually be the office phone, the cord still attached. I picture the cord running from the office up to the coffee shop and back down to where I am now. I unplug. I'm now just talking on the handset but it's working fine.
I wake up.