When Derek woke up at his desk, sweat poured down his face.
“Thanks for joining the rest of us at work,” scoffed Zac.
Derek ignored the jab. “I just had the weirdest dream.”
“I’m so happy for you.”
“No, man. I’m serious. Barak Obama and Adolf Hitler were hippies cruising around in a VW van,” said Derek.
Zac stared intensely at Derek. He pulled out a note pad and pen.
“They were following a giant rabbit that was crapping radioactive nickels. One of the nickels bounced off a mountain side and landed beside the sun. There was something about it that made everything grow bigger.
“Suddenly, the whole world was like a tropical jungle. All the sand melted into glass. It was freaky watching the ocean crash on the glassy beach. People skated everywhere on the glass. It was like a super highway.
“I got into a tractor and tried to drive inland, only to realize I was on a yellow rhinoceros. It’s long horn turned out to be a perfect toothpick, which made be feel so much better.
“When I got off, I was back at home, but had a different family. I had no idea who they were, but they knew me. Instead of giving me a hug, they attacked me. That’s when I woke up. What do you think it means?”
Zac said nothing in reply. He left the room and pulled out his cell phone. “We’ve got our first results of the drug trial. It worked perfectly. He had no idea what happened. No, he was completely oblivious,” he said. “It’s early, but it’s looking very positive.”