Tony Grist (poliphilo) wrote,
Tony Grist

Under The Desk

I dreamed I was in a bank or police station- facing a reception desk with two women behind it. I was dealing with the one on the left and the one on the right was just outside my range of vision. An arm appeared from under the desk between them and messed with the papers my clerk/officer was holding. "What's going on down there," I asked. And the woman to my right said, "That's where we keep the murders."

I looked over the desk and was shown a couple of large playing cards. They carried designs that looked floral but were actually made of minced beef.

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