Last week I had a dream from which I woke trembling. I was playing a big table-top strategy game with three other people. I was pretending to be much more expert at this game than I actually was. I moved a stack of counters across the board and placed them on a city hex to lay siege to it. Then I reached for the small laminated card that had the die roll results for sieges.
When I reached for it, the card was only a little larger than a standard playing card. But as I searched it for the table I needed, it grew. First it grew to an 8.5x11 sheet. Then to 11x17. Then there was more writing on the back. As I continued frantically searching the card for the right table I was aware that everyone was watching me and noting my inability to find this simple thing. But the thing in my hands kept growing until it was a like an old-fashioned folded road map, and I kept unfolding it and turning it over, growing ever more desperate, until I woke in panic.
Obviously this is a metaphor for something, but I am not sure it if is life in general or just the crazy stuff I have been going through at work lately.
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