- I was at work, and had to clean Cinema 4 by myself.
- Just about every seat had a popcorn box on the floor in front of it.
- I ran around and grabbed as many as I could.
- The lights went down.
- The trailers started playing.
- A bazillion people started coming in.
- I thought 'fuck it'. And told the customers that there wasn't anything I could do because no one came to help me.
- A couple of minutes later a manager told me he was in there and said he asked each customer how their experience was. I thought he was going to tell me off, but surprisingly none of the customers
complained gave feedback. - Then all of a sudden I was no longer at work.
- Mom was driving a bus and I was the only passenger.
- She started speeding.
- The bus almost hit the stationary army green Jeep in front.
- Mom and I were freaked out.
- Then I was in a house that was definitely not mine.
- But I was on the phone.
- I was talking to a friend I still talk to every now and then, but I'm not so close to anymore.
Man. What the hell is up with my dreams? The night before last night, I dreamt that me and my high school friends were at a boarding school that was right next to the Children's Hospital. Then all of a sudden we were all part of The Biggest Loser and Michelle was talking to me while I was sweatily doing push-ups. She asked me what my friends meant to me, I answered, then she told us that "since the format of the previous series' didn't work", we could choose our own teams. WTF. I'm messed up.
