Assembly line dreams, fiction and meme

I work in a factory. At an assembly line type thing. Packets of - of all things - baby wipes approach me at a steady pace from the left, whereupon I take them, turn them, take a loose bit off, and put them on another belt.

I do this all day.

I do it all night too, because the freaking things are appearing in a restless sort of dream in which more and more packets approach me and I just can't keep up...

I hate this. It's bad enough by day without having my sleep taken up by the stupid things...

In other news, I am writing a bit again. Wrote Stowaway chapter 20 (go me!) and the muses are a bit unfocussed about where we're going now. I suspect it might be LotR, though I'll try to finish Stowaway first.

Oh yeah, and here's the largely correct meme...


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