* The Sandman's Dream Journal o/***

I was at my wife's factory. I was in training to do her job, but instead of watching machines do embroidery, the machine took one product, a toy already in blister packaging, and injected it with some kind of liquid. This was designed to make it just like another toy, or equivalent to this other toy (?).

Remembering that my wife has to do things to spec, I turned to the guy in charge of the machine. He had memorized the specs that I would have to have written down, and another guy at the other end of the room had the specs. I thought they should be closer to the guy manning the machine, at least when that person was going to be me, but I wasn't going to start complaining. I just wanted to learn my job.