It's every night, now.
Because I've been marking student professional practice work, last night's nightmare involved the Nincompoop doing a SWOT analysis (you know: strengths, weaknesses, opportunities and threats).
He only did the 'strengths' bit, because he couldn't conceive of any of the others.
I woke up and wrote a little song that lasts probably five seconds.
It was no compensation. I'd much rather not have the nightmares.
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