Someone at work, one of the brand coordinators, snuck something into my water. Like, dosed it with a flavoring of some kind. “Did you notice?” she asked, giggling. Not really, but sort of, I said.

“Can you guess what it was?”

“Apricot?”

“No.”

“Peach?”

“Yes!”

My old job was combined with my new one, as often happens in dreams. There was a nagging error in some code that I wrote, something that came up red upon compilation. I showed it to H. C., the programmer. Surely he could see where the syntax was wrong.