I’m stood in a field with one of my work colleagues. We are admiring our recently grown crop of, erm, something. It’s definitely a crop, it could be wheat, or corn, or something like that. Off to one side is an infeasibly shiney combine harvester. It is red, with quite thin and spindley front wheels. And we have no idea how to use it.
We’re inside the harvester, trying to work out how it works. We’re pounding on buttons, and achieving very little except adjusting the seats and tuning the radio. We’re in a rush because we’re expecting a visit from the harvester’s manufacturer, and they’re bringing a film crew along to do an ‘info-mercial’ along the lines of “Look! Our machine’s so easy to use even two complete novices can do it!”. We still have no idea, but having figured out how to make the seats recline, my colleague decides it’s time for a kip…
Somehow we figure out how to harvest with our harvester, and off it goes. It’s automatic, it seems, as we both stand in the field and watch it as it chews up the crop and squirts out a respectable amount of grain. It gets to the end of one row, turns round, and starts the second. Unfortunately, the 2nd row seems to be made of sturdier stuff, and the harvester comes to an abrupt halt, back wheels off the ground.
The film crew films. Maybe we’re not quite up to the level of ‘complete novice’…
Strange things, dreams, aren’t they?
(Not my photo)
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