Last night I kept filing a claim that kept changing

I was in an old insurance office, but the file on my desk kept rewriting itself — every time I looked, the name was different, the damage was different. The only constant was a small dog sitting on the paperwork, and it would thump its tail whenever I stopped trying to close the case. I woke up feeling like I'd been told something important, but I can't tell you what. That happens a lot lately — the dreams soften the edges of the job I thought I'd left behind.