I’m working in an office and I need to go to the bathroom. I walk thru the bathroom door but realize that I forgot that they’d converted the bathroom into another group of offices. I walk into the middle of the room and end up calling Greg on the phone and I’m talking to him about donations of breast milk if someone’s lactating to donate it to other women who are having trouble lactating for their newborns. As I’m having this conversation, I notice that Dave B. is there. He’s brought a birthday cake for one of the women in the office as a surprise. A few people gather around and start singing happy birthday to her. I can’t get the idea of getting breast milk donated out of my mind. When I wake up, it’s still very important as I’m laying there.