There were 2 parts to the dream, but I can't remember which order they came in:
One part I was walking into a factory with another guy. At first it looked at bit odd, then we went like a walk through the factory sections and i saw them pouring loads of white powder (Over 100 kg in the room) around and thought "I knew it! It's cocaine or mdma!". Then as we were walking along i saw factory workers putting oats in it and wondered how odd it was. A bit further, they were putting in raisins and other bits and eventually we went through some double doors into another section. This time there was pastry on racks that were cooling that obviously meant the white powder was sugar.
Me and this other guy stood there and started talking. He said something like "Look, were a successful business and the only suppliers of fresh pastry in the area and highly acclaimed at that. Here, just try one". He handed me one of the round pastries with a bit of cinnamon and a soft sticky center, still slightly warm and it tasted exceedingly good.
Part way through it, he carries on to say something like "We need your skills, you'd make an excellent manager", but I was unsure what kind of manager he meant and just assumed manager of the company. He went on to talk about why I should be working for them and I replied "Well, I'll give it some thought" while thinking that it's a bit odd to be offered it and I could possibly get a better job else where.
We started walking back out, but just after the double set of doors an old friend from collage came up to me (Funnily enough, he hasn't been in my mind for a couple of years) and greeted me with his usual enthusiastic style. After a bit of talking about things, I kind of felt sorry that friends of mine ended up in a factory job like that, when I'm being offered a manger position. I couldn't help but thinking "I know I'm better at this kind of thing and you probably couldn't do it, but I wish it wasn't this way".
I said my farewells and walked back towards the entrance with this guy that had been along side me. It seemed he was somewhere high up in the company, even though it only seemed a small company that seemed to be expanding from their excellent reputation. As we got to the entrance, we spoke a bit and said good by.
I have a vauge recollection of the other part of the dream. I don't even remember seeing much of it, but it wasn't a visual thing really, just a sense of pure terror on a inhuman level. I would call it the embodiment of terror, as if all but a tiny little fraction of your senses were able to sense anything but terror. I felt as if I was somehow the same person as the one feeling the terror, but at the same time I was in a really detached mental state. The feeling of being only partly linked with this I got was entirely overwhelming and my vision was almost completely black, as if a literal manifestation of terror enveloped everything I knew existed. I think the detached feeling came from knowing that it was impossible to actually fully experience this in real world terms.
The split seconds while waking and consciously thinking of that feeling was like a giant hot poker searing my brain with the knowledge of a terror that I could not comprehend. For once in my life, I'm thankful that I didn't fully experience that, it made the plenty of other dreams I've had involving death* look like a walk in a meadow in a summers breeze.
*Usually quite common they involve violence of some kind, but they don't scare me anymore (A particular one in my mind involved beheading and 30 people, for some reason I was unphased). Nightmare's don't really exist on my scale (Like 0 to 2 times a year, I could call one a nightmare), despite a decent amount of mine being at the same level as the majority of peoples nightmares. I don't usually get to choose how my dreams are constructed, so don't blame me... And I'm far less violent that my dreams would suggest.
My planned 8-9hrs sleep got destroyed after I spent too long around a friends till 1:50; Got a phone call at 2:20 from some drunken friends (Some guy I never heard of was on my mates phone for 1/2 of it) for 20mins; Finally got to sleep around 3:20 and managed to get woken up by an calendar alarm on my mobile for 8am; Back to sleep around 8:15 and up at 10:30.
Ended up getting less than 7hrs... again. Somehow, even though it's not effecting me much atm.