The dream this morning saw me writing something for a new job, but I had to do so on a new computer they specified — and it was something that also captured everything I was writing for everyone else, and sent that to the new employer as well, unless I sat down and deleted it all word by word (and image by image, where appropriate). It wasn’t a work anxiety dream as such, more a work Oh God, I have to do this as well? This is a bummer, this is no fun, dream. Given how utterly un-enthused I feel about work this morning, that feels entirely appropriate, to be honest.
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