Reading The Tea

Or at least, the space station that I live on. Last night I dreamt that I lived on a fairly large space station, and aliens came and took over. They did it for the good of humanity — they said that they were sick of us making a mess of things. The only problem was that they didn’t understand what made people happy. They observed that people usually seemed happy at the beach, so they made us all march down in a long line. They confiscated all swimsuits, and handed them out at random, to avoid inequality and jealousy. There was a shady part and a sunny part of the sand. Everyone was required to be on the sunny part, but they had to stand so that there was enough room for everyone. We also weren’t allowed to have large gatherings beyond our family groups, to avoid disquiet. Jenny, Sarah (my sisters) and I got together to start planning an uprising. We figured that since we were small no one would notice. I woke up before we could really get it going.