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Awake from disturbing dream in which Office-mates have formed touch football team. Game takes place on playing field inside track of Lincoln Junior High School . Am wearing extremely unflattering royal blue shorts with white piping and reversible royal-blue-and-white t-shirt--essentially two shirts sewn together for maximum bunching.(Unfortumately, location and attire very true to own history ages 12-14.) The contessa, Vice-Boss, and New Man all wearing similar outfits but New Man wearing black bandana on head. Has the rest of us huddle around him. Draws play on his hand. I am to go one direction, the Vice-Boss, the other, and the Contessa should go up the middle. Feel extreme dread. The Contessa widens her eyes at me then turns into Sigrid and then back again. The play starts, there is chaos and then there is a big pile up and Vice-Boss bites the New Man on the ankle. Wake up in tangle of sheets, Jenny confused and Barks, which wakes up Dave. Says in loud voice, sitting up, I did not order the duck. Have nerver known him to talk in his sleep before. This feels significant, but am not sure how. Though it is the earliest part of dawn, get up and make coffee. Jenny stays in bed so go to Computer to write mystery. Write unintentionally grisly scene in which a suspect (the deed hasn't been done yet) singes skin off of guinea pig.