The “No Shit, Sherlock” awards goes to my inconscious
Last night dream:
I, my boss, Estanislau and where in boss’ car, running around my home town. We were deciding where to go to lunch, a lot of options didn’t get completely accepted when I claimed a famous restaurant out of the city, known for its home food. And there was some agreement on that.
Ok, now the funny part of it is the obvious (well, when you get to know symbols) explanation:
We were looking for food, food is a way to get energy; the car runs over roads, path; all the people involved are from work, so… My inconscious was telling me that I need energy to keep my path on work.
It is funny because I got this damn flu and can’t keep focus on work.
