Thursday, September 10, 2015

Not another waitressing dream...

But wait, there's more!

So, I had a night that was all one long dream of waitressing at Bakers Square (a pie restaurant I worked at in university). I haven't had a waitressing dream in a long time and as the dream first started, I remember thinking "oh, no, not this again". Time and time again during the dream I tried to change the outcome and what I did, but it was no use, the dream carried on as it always does: it's a busy night, we are short staffed and customers are being sat at tables that haven't even been properly bussed and many people give up on being served and leave disgruntled. I can't seem to manage to even get drinks out to people, much less take orders and so on.

I really hate those dreams, but thankfully there was a small perk near the end. At the end of my shift, I was outside (presumably) waiting for my ride when out comes two customers that had been one of my tables (but somehow they didn't leave even though I never managed to serve them??). The woman, who I see after a second glance is Amanda Palmer, hands me a t-shirt and says that some days are better than others but that hopefully this would make it better. I open the t-shirt and it has the word "sexpresso" on it and the outline of naked bodies make up the letters. Each letter is a different sexual position. The man with Amanda points at the t-shirt and tells me why it's funny. I see that it is none other than Neil Gaiman. I laugh and tell him that, "yeah, I get it Captain Obvious". He laughs too and he and Amanda walk off.

/end dream

Side notes: It's been a while since I've had a dream with a famous person in it. The dreams I have in my new place are much different than the ones I had at my last house. I wonder about that... Anyway - at least my night of waitressing had a happy ending. Heh.

And lastly, I don't know why, but when I watched Stephen Colbert interview Scarlett Johansson last night on the Late Show, I was ... affected to find out that she lived in France and was, in fact, married to a Frenchman. I don't know why, but it just really has been on my mind since then. Weird.

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