I can Dream About you

On Monday morning, I arose, headed downstair and picked up my phone. 

I had two missed calls and two messages.  I also had 3 text messages. 

It would appear that over the course of the evening from when I went to bed, until 3.30 am, the alarm in our office had been going off.   There is a sequence of calls. John gets the first call, I get the second, and then A & M get the third. 

If John picks up - they don't call me.  If he doesn't , they call me, if I don't - they call A&M. 

On Sunday night, I slept through the whole event. 

John was out three times.   A&M headed down once.  (After it was all over) . 

John is clearly traumatised about it, and this morning called me into his office as soon as I arrived.  

I thought, Oh no, he's going to buy more Grey Market material.  But no. 

John had had a dream.    A dream which went on all night.  

The alarm had tripped, and I refused to go.  He went, and had to stab the intruder with his samurai sword.  ( we don't really have swords, we both have baseball bats)   

He ended up in Jail because of this, (my fault)  but made the best use of his time, and got himself a degree.  

He was at the end of his time and had received his envelope which had a blue sticker on it.  His cellmate told him at the breakfast table that the blue sticker indicated a First Class honors.  And the man sitting next to him stole it off him.  He was so enraged, he got into another fight.  And killed him too. 

All my fault. 

He was so invigorated by the dream, he drew me a representation of it. 

Yes,  they allow us play with much money. 

It's not sane is it?