A strange and pleasant dream

Normally, my night-time imaginings are traumatic, bizarre and unsettling. Last night, though, I had a dream experience that was wonderful, uplifting and inspiring. For some unknown reason I had been hired to be the General Manager for the Baltimore Ravens NFL franchise, and for some unknown reason they had relocated to Suffolk, so I didn't even have to move out of my current office.
I was tasked with putting together the budget for the forthcoming season, and the owners wanted me to spend exactly $160million. And when I say exactly, I MEAN exactly. Not a single penny either side. They were very insistent on that fact. So I had a spreadsheet set up on the computer, and I had notebooks in front of me on the desk, and I was flicking away at an abacus, which is very unusual for me but somehow made perfect sense within the context of the dream. There were some complications - mostly involving fees being paid to player's agents - but after a lot of wrangling and a bit of an adjustment to the arrangements we had with the guy who mows the field, I was able to deliver what they wanted. And it felt great. Because it had been a real challenge, but I had applied myself and achieved what I set out to do.
Why, you may ask and enquire, did I have this particular dream, and why did it give me such satisfaction? My interpretation would be that it was influenced by the Chancellor releasing his Autumn budget this week, and the fact that it was Thanksgiving in the USA, meaning there were three NFL games on the telly on Thursday.  And - it has to be said - most of my work involves neverending projects and ongoing issues, so it's not very often that I get to have that 'task completed and job well done' feeling in my current job.
Anyway, whatever the motivation and provocation was, it made a nice change from dreaming about my children burning in fires or Philippa getting lost in a foreign cave, so it was nice.

RC 26-11-23