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I had a disturbing dream last night.  I dreamed I walked into an office in which I had an important appointment.  When I walked in, the office was fully and lavishly furnished, and I was expecting good things of the appointment.

There was a secretary at the desk, who passed on to her boss the information that I had arrived.  She told me that he would be out shortly, and would I please take a seat and wait.  I sat down, and arranged myself neatly to wait.

Time passed.  It didn't seem like much time at all to me - barely a few minutes - but the quality of the light in the office changed, and when I glanced at the clock, it turned out that more than an hour had gone by.

I glanced around the room.  Several items of furniture had vanished.  The secretary was no longer making use of a desktop PC, she had a typewriter.

I asked after her boss, since it was now considerably later than it had been when I had walked in.  She looked surprised to see me there, but she checked her boss' office.  He'd disappeared.  "He's probably just gone to lunch," she said.  "Please take a seat.  He won't be long, I'm sure."

I looked around for the comfortable sofa I had been sitting on before, but it had vanished.  I strolled around for a moment, and then the clock jumped again.

This time, it was early evening.  The man I had had an appointment with had not returned, and now his secretary had gone as well.  As had the rest of the furniture in the room.

Evidently, my important appointment was not to be.  I decided to leave the office and go home.  I would call back tomorrow and find out.

But the office door was locked.  It was locked, it was now close to midnight, and it seemed that there was something in the room with me.  Something that had a particularly strange smell to it.  A smell that closely resembled the smell from the car-be-que I had walked past yesterday.  I was overcome with fear and started to bang on the office door.

The smell became stronger, and at that point I woke up, in a cold sweat.
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