A nightmare

I have a nightmare: I have to assemble a complicated contraption, a bookcase, or some sort of filing cabinet with levels and sides, varying in dimensions the more I work on it, with X at my side, tugging at my sleeve and breathing his rotten breath in my face, picking up irrelevant tools and handing them to me. I go over to a man who appears to be a foreman of some kind to complain and ask for more information while X whispers something in my ear.

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