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The Grand Final
At 6am I woke out of a dream where I was in a department store cafe with people who felt like co workers.


I was scribbling numbers, in pencil on a slip of newspaper.


A good looking young man in a trendy suit came over to our table. Looking at me, he smiled, and tapping his clip-board, said:


"You have won the Grand Final"


I turned to those at the table with me and said:


"I will share half with you"


A young woman leaned toward me and said:


"It's not just the final that you won, He, said you won the Grand! final".


I woke, relaxed and happy, and slipped back to sleep.


Then I was with Mr Humphreys and that nice gay guy in "are you being served".


3 or 4 nice stylish suite's with trousers and shirts were arriving on strong coat hangers all crisp and clean from the dry cleaners.


Mr Humphrey's was happily trying on what fitted him and the nice gay guy was helping him.


I woke up at 8am happy.


Edit:


Oops


Mr Humphrey's IS the nice gay guy.


The other guy in my dream was:


Mr. Ernest Grainger, a 40-year veteran of Grace Brothers who often fell asleep on the job.