This morning I had a dream that the fabric of time had come unraveled and lost it’s meaning. Things that had once been done were now undone and things that were undone had reached completion. Today had collided with tomorrow and yesterday was there to warn against mistakes that have yet to be, but have already come to pass. The time it would take to worry about it no longer existed, and the time it would take to fix it was not available. The only thing that seemed to matter was that matter didn’t seem to care. Fortunately, I woke up when I did because I almost missed my exit. And seeing that it was just a dream, my job was still there and the work I had to complete awaited me. Oh well, maybe next time.