Sometimes I dream about stupid things. Last night, before I went to bed, I packed up some papers so I could staple them at work. I don’t have a stapler in my apartment because I would probably fidget with it and hurt myself.
This morning, I found myself sitting at my desk wondering where the stapler was that I had seen earlier. I then realized that I didn’t actually have a stapler at my desk… last night I dreamed that I had one at work.