Okay, its dream time again. Last night, I dreamed I was in a warehouse, trying to help put things where they needed to go. But for some reason, I was dressed like an Old Testament prophet, wearing a robe and carrying a staff.

The people working there would gently shoo me away from the area they were working in, so I went form area to area, looking for a way to assist.

Then the boss came, gathered the crew, and told them it was time for phase two, shipping stuff out. I grumbled aloud about feeling useless, and while I dont remember the boss' response, I remember being satisfied that I would be useful.