In it I was in my office again, or an office. The place was a combination of every place I’ve
ever worked in, and the people in it all the people I’ve ever worked with.
They were as tall as I, but the proportions of their bodies
were those of pre-adolescent children. And
they were all adorable.
Nothing got done, of course, because they were only playing
at doing work, not actually working. Even so they waited eagerly for the day to
end, and dashed out the door
at five o’clock.
I’ve always known in my dreams that I was dreaming, and what
the dream meant, so I remembered them fondly as I watched them run. I was
grateful to them. I had pretended to be one of them, and they had pretended to
believe me.
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