i dreamed there was a big jazz festival taking place in our small town, an international one, like in montreal, with all the big stars. not that i know much about jazz but it suddenly dawned on me that it was me who was organizing this event which, while i was walking through the quiet nocturnal streets illuminated by the moon and street lights, was at this very moment happening. i was approached by one the jazz singers, a mother of three, who told me that she needed a nanny for her kids for the night of her performance. i noticed how my stress level suddenly increased and told her, of course, we'll find someone, if nobody can be found then i'll do it. she thanked me cursorily and i woke up, in a rage, ready to kill someone. i hated noticing that the world of work had eventually managed to slyly sneak into my dreams. i am ruined.