Although I’ve been struggling with sleep lately, last night saw some decent shut-eye. I was really hoping for some sweet dreams as I drifted off. I even tried to jump start good dreams by trying to fall asleep thinking of awesome things. Instead, I dreamed that I was working in the stock room at work. Hold on to your socks folks. Whew! Pretty much a thriller there.
Nothing happened in the dream. I just had to keep picking parts for the assemblers. It was pretty slow paced and pretty darn insignificant. No kung fu aliens. No herding of veloceraptors. No beautiful women giving massages. Just me and a whole bunch of small metal components that I could put into various boxes. It wasn’t even rushed. My deadline was way out there. I could pick parts at whatever speed I wanted.
Come on Subconscious. You can do waaaay better than that.