The thing is, I had this dream about titanic, red-eyed, space-faring beasts with glass-encased passengers on their backs. During the meeting later that day at work, the grown-ups were talking about revenue or something (talk about wasting time) and I thought, “I cannot speak of this revenue. Giant beasts are - even now - hurtling through space!” The only thing that might have given me away was my wild-eyed stare. Oh, and the small pieces of paper that lay scatterred on the table before me. Okay, and the high-pitched noise I was making way back in my throat. But those things had nothing to do with the dream - I’m just not good at meetings.