Well Good morning Sir! Hope that blanket was thick enough for you. Sir, please approach the mount, and place your right arm into the sling.

Somehow I had woken up from the dream, yet I was still in the dream. In a corner of a dark room, covered by a thin blanket, and surrounded the packaging of yesterdays dreams.

Two crumpled litre bottles of water. The thin airline blanket. And the crust of yesterdays ham sandwich...

And a vaguely English, or possibly Australian, disembodied voice speaking to me?

Why was this dream going on for so long?

No worries Sir, we see this all the time. Just approach the mount, and put your arm into the sling. Everything will be right as rain once ya do!

I sneer, confused and angered by the voice.

I take the thin blanket, and wrap it closer to myself, determined to comfort myself until I wake up from this interminable dream.

No worries mate. It takes a lot of people some time to accept intake. Here is another care package for the next night!

I heard another rumbling down the shoot. Out popped another package.

Another blanket, another two litre bottles of water. Another ham sandwich.

And after that, a small roll of toilet paper clanked down.

Just in case, mate! Hopefully you won't wake up here tomorrow, but best be prepared if you do!