A Dream Come True… ¡Ay, no!

I have a recurring dream. In it, I awake on the day of final exams. It’s noon. The tests took place in the morning, so I arrive to the Young Human Factory just in time for my boss to fire me. Or a grade-school teacher to scold me.  Or an empty-eyed stranger (never seen outside nightmares) to swivel his ghastly grinning face towards me.

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