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I had this dream where I was running after the production start date and the faster I ran, the further away it got. It kept looking over its shoulder and laughing at me as I tried to throw money after it. Then it stopped and turned around and I froze to the spot. It opened its briefcase and said "This was going to be my pension." It was the big bloke who Paul had flustered, and he was bunging bundles of banknotes towards me. They seemed to hang in the air for an eternity until I eventually caught one. It felt so real and I woke up with a start, knowing that frustrating though the dream had been it had been worth seeing it through to its conclusion. I checked my trading account as a way of pinching myself; a smell of burning vegetable oil found its way to my nostrils and I had the best breakfast I had tasted for a long time.