I had a dream the other night in which I was demonstrating an ability to weep on command.

In real life I can't do this - at least not that I know of - but in my dream I was in a conference room, at the end of a long table, around which were seated a dozen or so suited strangers. I was standing at the front, and I was asked, again and again, to cry. Each time I was asked I turn around, so that when I turned back to face the room, my eyes would be wet. The panel took studious notes, but were otherwise unimpressed.

I woke up with tears on my face, and I still don't know what they were for.

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