No, you can't have my job if I die
We were hanging out, and CS looks at me and says, "So I had this kind of weird dream last night, and I'm not sure if I should tell you about it."
"What the hell does that mean? You have to tell me now," I responded.
"OK, well after I talked to you last night and you said you were driving back to LA in the middle of the night, I went to sleep and dreamed that you were killed in a car accident. For some reason, I had to call [firm that employs Scott] and tell them you wouldn't be able to work for them this summer."
"That's not so bad. So?"
"Well, they offered me your job and I took it. I was pumped I had a summer job. I was actually kind of pissed when I woke up and realized I was still unemployed."
"But wasn't that offset by the fact that I hadn't died?"
"Well, I told you I wasn't sure if I should tell you about it."