Weird. Another remembered dream. This one even stranger (well, maybe). I
ended up at work early for some reason (like an hour early), and started doing
my work, which wasn’t programming, but was in fact moving stacks of National
Geographics either from storage or two storage. But we had to only move the
ones before 1930, because 1930 was a special year for the company (???). Our
salesperson was there too, riding a horse back and forth with the NGs. The
boss was wondering what the hell I was doing at work so early, and of course
I didn’t know, and said something about my alarm going off early.

I wonder if someone’s slipping some crack into the water I’m drinking or