Normally, I’d never write (or read) a post about someone’s dream—too personal and boring. But last night I dreamed I was an economic policy advisor in the land of Oz.
I dreamed that Oz was becoming populated by people from earth—mostly from Minnesota for some reason—as our planet was becoming increasingly uninhabitable. I was advising Glinda (she was Gwenda in my sleep-addled mind) on how Oz could generate more economic growth to help absorb the inflow.
But Glinda kept waving her wand around and telling me—with that ethereal smile she always wears—“we don’t want any more growth…we’re fine the way we are.”
Clearly, I need some time off.