Happiness. It's relative.

In my dream, I was at a conference with 500 people. The person in charge adjourned the group at 11, telling them to have lunch and when they came back, Jan Wilberg would lead them in a group discussion. He added that Jan had been working on the discussion questions for months. I was astonished. I had no questions. So, I left in my truck to drive around and think up questions. Then I took many wrong turns and ended up in alleys with a lot of cardboard boxes. When I got back, lunch was over and the only thing available to eat was pizza which I bought and then folded up and put in my briefcase.
When I told my husband about this dream after I’d brought us both coffee, I asked him if it was an anxiety dream. He said, “Probably.”
Then I told him that one of the cardboard boxes was flat and I’d used it to cover up a car battery that I’d found in an alley and loaded into the truck. Then, he opened the Sports page of the Sunday paper and started reading about a giant sturgeon caught in Lake Winnebago.
That was pretty much the end of the analysis.
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Probably smart that you didn’t attempt to go any deeper into any of that… also maybe avoid alleys for awhile.