MY NEW OFFICE

I am working in some office. It feels very old-fashioned, without any computers or air-conditioning. There are a couple of typewriters, the air is hazy and the over-head fan is whirling in lazy circles overhead. There are a number of other people there, but I do not see them distinctly. I am sitting at a desk going through some papers and putting them in order.

Everything around me begins to morph, but so slowly that at first I am not aware of the changes. When I do become aware, it's almost like this is exactly what needs to be happening, and nothing alarms me. The end result is an office in a large wooden structure that has many levels, and is more open then enclosed. Outside, I hear sounds of a lake or ocean lapping the shore. The air is warm, the sun is bright, and the breezes cool. 

At that, I do look around more closely, and discover that the entire structure is indeed on an idyllic tropical beach. The levels are full of people in shorts and colourful wraps and sarongs, even as I am. But I still feel little, other than a gentle acceptance of the changes, as though I am in a dream within a dream. Following this thought, I see a bed in the corner of my office and go to sleep there.

I wake up and think how like my own bed this office bed is. I sit up and now see that all the empty spaces in this wooden tropical structure are covered with bright batik cloths fluttering in the breeze. I walk languidly around, heedless of the fact that I am clothed in just my underclothing. On one level are some men unrolling beautiful rugs, on another level, I see a group in what appears to be a rehearsal. Finally, I decide to go down the wooden stairs, and take my first good look at outside, this tropical paradise. It is perfect in every way.

Somehow the only thing that is still on my mind is that the bed in the ``office`` is the same as my bed at home, and with this, I drift gently and find myself waking up for real, in my own bed and bedroom. 

Nice!!