This morning’s dream was set in a future without social media. Achievements were no longer recognized by blue checks or Likes. Achievements were recognized by fastening a metal plate to a giant kiosk or carousel, something like the carousel formerly used for order tickets in restaurants.
I knew a black lady who was doing an outstanding job of raising excellent kids in a terrible neighborhood, keeping them away from gang influences.
“By god, you need to be recognized!”
So I engraved her achievement on a metal plate, drilled holes in the corners, halted the carousel, and fastened the plate to the edge of the carousel with countersunk Phillips screws.
“There. Now people will know what you did!”
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