I remember almost nothing about my dreams last night except that I was involved in protracted negotiations of some kind. If my memory is not playing tricks on me, I was a member of one among several beleaguered groups. I dreamt about haggling with a large number of people over some silly disagreements concerning totally unimportant things. But the bargaining went on and on from one dream to another. I remember waking up in the middle of the night and feeling sorry for myself on account of my grinding dreams. At least they could be a bit more pleasurable than real life would ever get, I felt. But the negotiations continued as one group pushed its views over another. By the time I woke up in the morning, I felt relieved. I was utterly fed up with humans. Luckily for me, all the details of all-night wrangling were irretrievably lost by the time I got up from bed.