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Weird, vivid stress dream this morning, and I woke up during it so I remember it in excruciating detail.
I usually dream about being forced to move, or moving into cramped quarters. This time, I was waitressing. I did it some during my early college days, but not for well over a decade. But I was new, didn't know the menu, and my first table was a group of very snarky middle-aged ladies that all wanted weird things I'd never heard of, and one of them kept wandering off so I didn't know if I should wait for her to return before putting in the order, and then they kept changing things and making snide comments, and no one would help me except John (our Matriarch's husband, and in my personal opinion one of the nicest guys ever to walk the planet) who saw me floundering and tried to lend a hand.
*sigh*
I usually dream about being forced to move, or moving into cramped quarters. This time, I was waitressing. I did it some during my early college days, but not for well over a decade. But I was new, didn't know the menu, and my first table was a group of very snarky middle-aged ladies that all wanted weird things I'd never heard of, and one of them kept wandering off so I didn't know if I should wait for her to return before putting in the order, and then they kept changing things and making snide comments, and no one would help me except John (our Matriarch's husband, and in my personal opinion one of the nicest guys ever to walk the planet) who saw me floundering and tried to lend a hand.
*sigh*
