Dream XXXVII

I was with two women from my work, and we were going through vanilla folders full of clippings from magazines. There were articles, cartoons, graphics and covers and it was our job to coordinate these.

The woman to my left noted how she could feel some unease forming in her mind.

Suddenly, we were all gripped by a stark, smothering terror. This seemed to have no source, but we were unable to work further. We sat at our workbench, paralyzed while waiting for the fear to pass.