Dream CLXXXVI

I was working in a facility in a dark, overcast valley.  We were packing humans into cases that they had originally come out of when they were fresh.  The people weren't dead, they were just old and no longer usable.

I was concerned that the people wouldn't fit in their cases, but as it turned out, once you found the proper fit and the right angle, the people slid right into their blue and orange cases.

I remember an old man, who made miniatures.  He was scared but resigned.  I really thought he wouldn't fit.  I put my arm on his shoulder and told him everything would be okay, but he just glanced at me, then looked at his fingers.

As it turned out, everything went smoothly.  He fit into his container, smiled a bit sadly, then slid away along the corridor.

I looked around.  Everything seemed fine.  I looked at my hands.  They did good work.  Why was I worried?