I wake up in the middle of the night, thirsty. I drink water. It doesn't quench my thirst. I drink more, and more, and more. But the thirst refuses to be quenched, like a wildfire refusing to be doused by the gallons of water dropped over it by a helicopter.
It finally dawns on me: I'm thirsty for real, but I'm drinking water in my dreams. I sigh, relieved. I decide to wake up, take pick up the bottle, and quench my thirst for real this time.
-- From Rajbir Bhattacharjee blog
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It finally dawns on me: I'm thirsty for real, but I'm drinking water in my dreams. I sigh, relieved. I decide to wake up, take pick up the bottle, and quench my thirst for real this time.
-- From Rajbir Bhattacharjee blog
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