Hungry

Thursday night

I walked into a boardroom that included one long central table. My wife was already there, standing to my right. I don't remember seeing any chairs, but dinner plates were set up on all sides, and each plate included a hunk of bread. They all surrounded a very large, empty bowl. I said, "What, no more cheese dip?" My wife said, "Well, it has been a year..."

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There's a going-away party at the office this afternoon for some coworkers who accepted the offer of a buyout. The sendoff will be in a conference room similar to the one in the dream. Hopefully they won't be serving cheese dip. I don't even like the stuff.

Glad I didn't eat any of that bread, if it had been sitting out during a year-long reception...