So I'm having a nap before going to work. And I dreamed... I was going to work, because sometimes it just sucks to be me. And I'm taking a cab, for some mysterious reason. And we all stop - because apparently this is a group outing - at some place to get a coffee. (Someplace around Roblin Blvd and Dieppe oddly enough - I guess we were taking the long, long way). And I'm there and I notice the cab has driven off. With my coat and knapsack inside it. Oh brilliant. I turn to the guy next to me, explain my predicament, and wonder if he caught the name of the cab company. He's got the cab number and the name of the company (the Janie Jones Cab Company? In my dreams, is everything named after a song by the Clash?) And then I wake up....
And then follows that 20 or so seconds of confusion, as I continue to wrestle with this problem... and then I gradually realize that none of it is real, it was just a dream, just my brain messing with me. Always an excellent realization!
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