The co-workers
were chatting companionably.
“Ever have one
of those dreams where you dream you are doing something, and when you wake up,
you’ve really done it?”
“Ugh. I
remember peeing in a dream, and when I woke up my bed was wet.”
They both
shuddered.
“Anyway, I had
a ragged thumbnail that I didn’t trim before bed, and dreamt that I kept biting
at it but couldn’t get it even or smooth.”
“Wow. That’s
crazy. Good thing it was just a dream.”
Pause.
“Ummm, what
happened to your thumb?”
“Nothing” she
said, hiding her bandaged stump in her pocket.
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