Some people have the knack for recounting dreams they have almost every night. Although I know I dream, I very rarely remember more than a few details of even dreams that I know where intense. Last night, however, was an exception. It was like dreaming in Technicolor… everything was just a little too bright, the people were just a little too expressive, and it was a little too real.

My colleagues and I were sitting in what I can only think of as the courtroom that hosted the Nuremburg war crimes trials of Nazi officials at the end of World War II. The key members of the project team were all there and we were listening attentively to our headphones as the translators repeated the words of the prosecutor, who was one of the senior employees who has opposed the project from the very beginning. As the bill of indictment was read and translated I remember distinctly that “dream” Jeff looked towards the judges’ dais. While faces were indistinct, I was struck by the formal presentation of the flags of the United States, the Army (complete with battle streamers), and the starred flag of a general officer. The “list of complaints” seemed to go on ad infinitum and at length, there seemed to be a question, as everyone in the defendants’ dock pointed to the program manager. I wish I could remember more, but the reading of the grievances and looking at the room in detail seem to have been the crux of the dream.

I don’t generally do a lot of dream interpretation, nor put stock in “what they tell us,” but in this case, I’m willing to make an exception. I’m reasonably sure that it’s just about time to take a nice long vacation