Avant garde, no?

I dreamt I was an accountant.

I started off by waking up in bed. I ate some Special K cereal (the regular kind) with milk. I showered. I brushed my teeth. I put on a suit.

Then I got on the tram. I read the Financial Review!

Then I got to the office. The rest of the dream was just doing accounting stuff. Like... filling in spreadsheets. I had a sandwich for lunch.

What is my sub-conscious trying to tell me? Does it want me to become an accountant?

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