I dreamt of you.

It was lunch time. We were figuring out where to sit. I saw you there. She was waving her hand around. Someone else pointed it out. It was an engagement ring. My heart was broken. I had just found out that I was going to be canned. It was more bad news. I should have thought about my home. I woke up.

The dream left me sad. Yet there was not time to dwell. I had to get ready to get to work.