TIFU by printing my weird dreams at work

I’ve been keeping a dream journal as part of therapy. Helps me unpack stress and subconscious stuff. It’s mostly nonsense, giant ducks, zombie grandmas, awkward high school flashbacks.

Yesterday, I accidentally selected the wrong printer and printed 14 pages of dream ramblings to the shared office printer.

Before I could stop it, my boss walked by, grabbed the stack thinking it was his meeting notes, and walked into a full-staff presentation.

He opened with:

“Today we’ll be going over‘I was on a boat made of cheese with Jeff Goldblum and a baby that kept screaming about taxes.’ …What the hell?”

I had to sprint in, snatch the pages, and mumble something about “creative writing class.”
Now everyone thinks I’m on mushrooms.

TL;DR: Meant to print my therapy dream journal at home. Accidentally sent it to the office printer. Boss read it aloud in a meeting.