an intensely vivid bad dream, from which I woke up laughing

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[OT from cottage renovations]

yesterday (Tuesday) morning I woke up from a really horrible dream.  it was all so vivid. 

I had to move the Rockville office, again, into smaller quarters, again, on short notice and without budget, again, and with nowhere to put all the stuff that couldn't physically fit into the new digs, again.  the designated premises were tiny and would barely fit desks for the half dozen or so folks to be assigned there, let alone have adequate provisions for the server room, file room, etc. and of course there wasn't enough lead time to get in a change order for moving voice and data lines over. 

then I woke and realised: "it doesn't matter.  it couldn't possibly happen. 
we already let everybody go and closed the office.  months ago".  at which point I actually found myself laughing. 

it is one of the (few) advantages of living so alone that I didn't have to explain it to anybody.