I'm trying to think what I was dreaming about last night. As near as I can recall, I was back as an undergraduate, and I'd got an offer for a job I really wanted, out of the blue and in the middle of the night; the offer was delivered by an old man who knocked on my door. I was asked to come by first thing in the morning, but exactly what time "first thing" meant wasn't clear. I woke up in the dream thinking I'd overslept, which led to my waking into waking reality.
And without a single figure with flaming eyes to be seen, I'm afraid. Pretty boring, that.
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I'm trying to think what I was dreaming about last night. As near as I can recall, I was back as an undergraduate, and I'd got an offer for a job I really wanted, out of the blue and in the middle of the night; the offer was delivered by an old man who knocked on my door. I was asked to come by first thing in the morning, but exactly what time "first thing" meant wasn't clear. I woke up in the dream thinking I'd overslept, which led to my waking into waking reality.
And without a single figure with flaming eyes to be seen, I'm afraid. Pretty boring, that.