Last night, I dreamt that I was a neurotic drug dealer's assistant. My job was to count his money, which consisted of exactly 4 dollar bills that he had just gotten paid. I counted these 4 dollars over and over again to assure him that he got paid correctly. I literally counted the money a few dozen times.
And even though I only had to count to 4, it was actually pretty difficult. But no worries, I did a good job.
Clearly I have a future in math...
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one of the ways you know it's a dream is that numbers and math don't make sense. seriously! and you can't turn on a light switch either. because there's no actual connection between the switch and the light like there is in reality. awesome.
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