In strict opposition to dreaming of faerieland, last night I dreamt of what is widely considered one of the circles of Hell: waiting in line at a crappy business.
Briefly: I was waiting in line to rent a car. The building was like a dingy DMV that hadn't gotten any updates since the 1960's, and although I could see at least a half-dozen employees milling around behind the counter, none of them seemed willing to do anything about the long line of people at the counter, or the group of customers hanging around, NOT in line. And why weren't we in line? Because we were told you couldn't get in line until you registered. But to register you needed to fill out paperwork on a clipboard, and there was only one clipboard, with only one set of paperwork on it. So somebody hanging around had to get their hands on it, fill out the paperwork, try to get the attention of an employee, get them to take the paperwork, then replace the paperwork, and set the clipboard back out.
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| "Some days we don't let the line move at all. We call those, weekdays." |