I had a strange dream the other night,
I don't usually have dreams (or very rarely remember them if I
understand that everyone has dreams all of the time) so when I do I
try to write them down. Not that I actually believe that dreams
really mean anything. Well, I do kind of agree with the idea that
dreams are a way for the mind to process something that the mind is
trying to deal with. An that night my mind might have been dealing
with my financial issues along with some vodka and mountain dew my
roommate bought that night (which tastes like earwax BTW).
Anyway in the dream I had shown up
early for work so I could check my bank balance on the ATM. {dream
logic, I would have used my banking phone app IRL} But as I checked
my balance the ATM withdrew all of the money out of my account. It's
not much, just a little under $200, but it's all that I have. But
before I could react an asshole kid (I say kid, but the person was on
the older end of his teens) snagged the money and told me that I have
to be his taxi driver for the day. I went up to the customer service
desk to complain about the kid. {again this is dream logic, IRL I
would be beating the hell out of this kid.}
The manager at the desk tells me that
the kid is a customer, and you have to do what it takes to serve the
customer. Well I guess if I have to. The kid and I go out to my car
and I end up driving a couple of laps around town. Eventually I
realize “Oh, crap I'm late for work. I have to go to work!” So,
I drive straight to work where the manager is waiting at the door and
starts chewing me out because I'm late for work even though she's the
one to tell me to taxi the kid around.
I try to clock in, but the computer
where you clock in at the store isn't taking my log in number, every
time I push a button a big long list of asterisks appear. It's right
then I suddenly realize that I didn't get my money back from the
asshole kid. I'm standing there starting to have a mental breakdown
as every cent I owned is now gone and not likely to come back and I
can't go to work to earn more. That's when Gavin Free,{Rooster
Teeth, Achievement Hunters, Slow mo guys, etc.} of all people opens
a door. Suddenly I'm standing in the dining room of my childhood
home. “Don't be daft,” He scoffs, “It's just some bloody
dream. dreams don' do nuffin'”
I'm more than a little confused,
imagine seeing a major entertainment personality just walking up to
me and starting up a conversation. “What do you mean it's just a
dream?” I ask as I jolt awake.
I can tell you I immediately checked my
bank account. And than wrote down the dream before I forgot about
it.
It is very rare that I ever get dreams,
but when I do they are some really weird stuff. I've thought of
starting a dream log. But they are so rare and random I never get a
chance to write them down. And I never thought of a place to share
it, but I guess I do have a blog. Oh, and I AM writing this down for
my “To Do” list on my YouTube channel.
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