I dreamt that I had several administrative chores ahead of me, but that everything was going rather smoothly. I am not sure what it was that I had to do, but I had to register for something, cancel my membership in something else, and get an extension on something completely different. All the offices I needed were in the same administrative building. I felt quite lucky not to have to run all over the city to get done whatever needed doing. I was also quite lucky to come across a young woman who was willing and able to help me with all my chores. She was caring, knowledgeable about administration, and extremely efficient. She never smiled, but she was very polite. Everything she did, she did with amazing speed. She would send me to one office, receive me courteously a few minutes later, get a few things done on the spot, and then send me somewhere else with some forms in hand. I felt lucky beyond belief. My chores were melting in front of my eyes. This was administration to my liking, I remember thinking. At some point the woman forgot to give me a membership card I needed to take to another office, and I had to find her again. I looked for her in many offices, but she was nowhere to be found. I remembered her clearly, but there were many other women in all the offices around me. I was looking for a short and skinny woman in her late twenties or early thirties who had long, dark hair and a long, pointed nose. My savior. When I finally found her, she apologized for her slip, gave me the card I needed, and I was on my way again. As I was rushing back to the office where the card was required, though, I got ever so slightly angry. My anger grew and grew. I am being lucky, I admitted, but look at me coping with administrative idiocies! Look at all the women crammed in all these offices! What sort of life is this!? And this is how I woke up. It was morning already. And I was still angry for spending so much time dreaming about registering for something, canceling my membership in something else, and getting an extension on something completely different. Fucking administration. I want better dreams, I almost shouted. In the end, I got up pretty angry this morning.