Ah, two weeks later and I have used a chainsaw sized tool to carve out some time finally to dream my future. I get to go to the future dreaming room so I get a cup of tea, wash the dishes, call my mother and then, change into something more futuristic and I step on through. Nothing is blocking the door this time. The room, is empty. At first I sit down and sob. Don’t know why. I just sob. Then exhausted I take a nap in the empty future.