I've been having some strange dreams lately, and last night's was no exception.
I dreamed I was "Scotty," the guy in charge of the engine room on the 1960s television science fiction drama Star Trek. Only instead of being high-tech and futuristic, the star ship Enterprise looked like the boiler room in an old building.
It was dark, and I had to scramble on the floor to find chunks of coal to keep the engine running. I'd toss the coal into a metal chute and bang it with my fist so the coal would drop down into the furnace.
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