I dreamed of visiting my parents old house from when I was a teenager, trying to explain to Templier why my whole family was completely nuts, and then going to work. On the way home from work, I sat next to this crazy old lady with a cane on the streetcar – she wouldn’t stop talking, and when I decided to get off the streetcar to get some food at a spaghetti restaurant near Coxwell (which there isn’t, by the way,) she followed me and kept talking and sat down at the restaurant with me. I couldn’t get rid of her. Then when I got my food, I realized I had lost my wallet somewhere, so I kinda freaked out. Some guy at the restaurant pushed the wrong buttons with me so I lost it on him and screamed and swore at him. After that I started crying. I was a wreck, trying to figure out what to do with the bill. The old lady with the cane had taken off by then, and the rest of the people in the restaurant all thought I was crazy after flipping out on that guy. I stood there for a while, then thought to myself, “Hey, this is a dream, and I’m sick of it, so I’m going to wake up. I don’t have to pay this bill.”

And that’s what I did. But I woke up all stiff and upset.

Oh well. I’m up now. Going out for coffee at three with the Weirmier, then I have to go to work. I wish I had more than one day off…

1 Comment

  • mishamish

    February 10, 2004 at 6:44 pm

    Well, that’s what you get for dine-and-dashing! Even in a dream!

    Dream waiters have to pay the bills, too, ya know. 🙂