The Summer of the Dreams, pt. IV

Today at work I had a terrible time trying not to nod off as I worked on my epic data entry project. Six pages of size 10 medical shorthand, and I am not half done

Two of the things I typed into a MS Excel column were the following:


"...time to ice the cake..."
and
"stop climbing about in the attic!"

I awoke by means of becoming frustrated with myself for an orthographical faux pas. As I dreamt, I misspelt the word "attic," by putting a "k" on the end. What a way to realize you're dream-typing: by dream editing, eh?