I had a work-related nightmare yesterday.

It was really quite awful. It was two minutes until my show was about to start. I was sitting in my usual chair, legs folded up under me Indian-style with my plaid blanket thrown across my lap. I had my rundown sitting in front of me and we were checking the tape list. And it was completely wrong. All of it. Not a single tape. They were either missing or not remotely related to the story they corresponded with. I kept reaching for the mouse to fix it, but then it would all just go to pieces. I was sobbing, not hysterically but big crocodile tears, and I was slumped over the board with my hand stretched towards the mouse, and my director was taking it from me while patting me on the back and saying, "It's all gonna be fine." The graphics operator was making snarky comments that only made the situation worse and everything else was completely silent, too silent. My show was about to crash and burn. And there was nothing I could do about it.

Absolutely worst dream ever.