I had a dream

I had a dream
Ok, no no no, not a dream
A nightmare

I was not stuck in some prison way out in the desert
In my  imaginary Foreign Legion days
Or trying to get out of the sewer

I was not in the hands of aliens
Forced to look at all the superbly delicious appetizing goodies
Created by that five-stars French pastry chef

I was not in some Renaissance type bordello
In the company of high members of the clergy
And surrounded by gorgeous and scandily clad courtisanes
Yet prohibited from taking part in the action

No no and no
I woke up in sweats
I dreamed that after a magic week of vacation in the sun
I was already late, had to rush around
Looking for the right clothes and all
And get back to my place of work
And that suffocating job.