I dream that I’m in a house that has two floors and a garden in the middle. I want to kick everyone out of the second floor and go to sleep, even though it’s the middle of the day. There is a group of people sitting at a table studying. I grab two pencil cases from the table and toss them out the window, nobody seems to notice. One of the women at the table has a wooden hand, another has knife scars all over her face.

Resigned about the fact I won’t be sleeping, I start explaining web marketing to them. A man and a woman in business clothes are listening intently and asking questions. “Good,” says the woman, “You’re hired.” I’m very happy and ask where the job is gonna be. In California, she replies. I’m so mad I knock the table over.