I had a dream a couple of days ago that my company told me they wouldn’t pay for my masters.
So I quit.
I quit and called up an old friend , asked him to move to France with me and “let’s just get married while we’re at it.”
He said yes.
I worked from home in a tiny French apartment, he worked for some petro-smart-people thingie, and we walked to the bakery every morning for coffee.
He announced “We don’t have cats, or dogs, or a truck, but this is awesome!”
I woke up.
Let’s hope I don’t start trying to quit my job anytime soon.