. . . here would be the synopsis: In a not-too-distant apocalyptic future, war is on and I am in the business of making special coats for people to wear to keep out harmful radiation, or something, which was called meconium. The coats looked like they were made of purplish-blue reformed laundry lint, so I don't know how effective they were at keeping anything out.
In the dream, I remember talking to some lady about how much I was selling the coats for. ($39.99, if you must know.)
She said, "If you really are trying to help the human race, why are you charging seven times what it costs to make them?"
I believe I said something in response about profit margins.
My dream brain is smart. Also, I almost never have interesting dreams, so this was a special occasion.
So this leaves me with two questions:
1. True or False: At the time I had this dream, I was studying up on how to care for the caterpillars—and resulting caterpillar waste (a.k.a meconium)—that my daughter got in the mail. (You decide.)
2. Is this book idea the bombdigity, or what?
A book about profit margins on laundry lint would be a HUGE success as a how-to business book. If it worked.
ReplyDeleteMeconium is also newborn human baby poop. Yuck.
So right! (About the baby poop.) I had totally forgotten. Maybe it's more powerful than we ever imagined...
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