I dreamt that I was at work and Rex, a hedge fund analyst from downstairs, announced at a meeting that it had come to his attention that "certain individuals" were bringing "illicit substances" to work but that he would turn a blind eye to it if they got rid of the substances and allowed a search of everyone's bags and desks.
I got back to my desk and realized that my bag was unzipped. I bent down to close it and realized that it was almost overflowing with drugs: bags and bags of mushrooms, about a dozen ounces of weed, a crapload of coke, pills galore. I began to panic.
I snuck my bag into the bathroom and dumped my contraband, thinking I was in the clear, but as soon as I pulled my bag back on, Rex walked into the bathroom and gave me a "what were you just doing" look. I bolted back to my desk to find that my computer had tons of webpages open to porn. Hundreds upon hundreds of windows. I was furiously trying to close all of them before someone noticed when I woke up.
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