This Is This

I had a dream the night before last that I was at work.

It went like this:

It’s really early in the office. I’m sitting with the papers, reading in for that day’s news as I always do. I hear the door and someone’s coming my way. It’s a female colleague who I get on really well with and there’s no one around. She walks up to my desk and I express surprise to see her in at that time. She explains that she came in to see me.

That’s right. And even - oh yes.

Reality bite: I should explain if you work with me and you’re female and think this might be you, it isn’t. I have discussed with her and she was cool. You’re not the girl. You think you are?

So back to the dream:

She disappears to the kitchen and says she’ll be right back.

Then she returns.

With a coffee.

And we and talk while I’m working.

And that’s it.

Crazy, hey?

No, it’s lame - this is stuff I do anyway. My subconscious is unconscious.

I should be turning over aspirations, playing out fantasies or addressing fears in my dreams, not having a coffee morning.

What about the wild crazy sex with a young Lana Turner? What about “The Man Who Could Levitate Pears”? What about getting even, to the strains of The Lighthouse Family, while I wield a maniacal laugh, a blowtorch and a nine over everyone who has ever done me wrong? What about the one where I’ve got enough to pay off the mortgage, but I’m staking it all on “Famous Dansons” for triple or nothing?

Did Martin Luther King say: “I have a dream. I have a dream that one day little black coffees and little white coffees will be enjoyed side by side by co-workers while papers are read to decide that day’s agenda. Brothers and sisters, I have a dream today.”???

He did not. But in my dream, I was at work. With a colleague. An ace colleague and a dear friend so I mean no disrespect, and with whom talking is brilliant, but a colleague none the less.

And we’re not photocopying our butts and sending it round internal post, or getting loose on awards booze in the breakout area or anything. We’re talking.

Living the dream, my friend.

I’m finally living the dream.

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