Debris

Me:

I dreamed I was in a place with a lot of people, like a school or a church. We were in a big room with high ceilings. A storm was coming, and the safest thing to do was hide under tables for shelter. I thought about what the room would look like if those high ceilings collapsed.

"Would it be a good idea," I asked, "to arrange the tables so they make a tunnel of sorts to the doors, so if there's debris, we can get to each other and get out more easily, and we're not just trapped in our own little pockets waiting for help?" Everyone agreed that was a good idea. But, no one helped me move any tables.

He:

That's a work dream if I ever heard one.

Me:

Yeah.