Now you have the next 5 years of looking forward to having nightmares of being a wage-slave, and waking up in a cold sweat, realizing "Oh, wow, that was just a dream.
It's been years since I had an employment dream (job-free since 1976). They always involved standing around trying to look busy.
Now I get poverty nightmares... trying to scrape up enough change to afford transit fare home or buy something to eat.
Funny how that works.
I don't have nightmares. Just weird dreams with annoying repeating themes. One is walking through town, fruitlessly trying to
find my parked car. Another is always ending up with someone else's cellphone that is broken.
I'm sure some pseudo-genius PHD psychologist character could come up with deep meaning...