I had a dream last night that I was back at an old job, two jobs ago (there were several people there from one job ago, but hey, it was a dream). There was a big party going on for something or other at work (that job was all about throwing parties for no apparent reason) and I had just sat down at my desk with a big slice of cake.
The guy next to me says, “So, smartypants, what are you going to be when you grow up?”
I said, “You know, I think I miiiight just be a writer.”
Everyone around us laughed, because of course (in the context of the dream), I was already a published writer.
A very good dream.