Unwelcomed Dreams

And then, just when I thought the day couldn’t get any weirder, Jan, one of my colleagues, told me another one of her dreams.

“So we were in my garden this time,” she explained, “and you told me to stab all my friends so we could be alone together.  So I did.  I even stabbed my best friend – Laura, the one who really likes you – in the eyes. It was such a weird dream.”

“Jan,” I said, not for the first time, “you definitely don’t need to tell me about these dreams.  You really can just keep them to yourself.”

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