I was in a house. It was big. Someone was chasing me. It was kinda like the Shining. Claude may have been the person who was chasing me, which makes it even more like the Shining. At one point, I noticed that the house had three different dining rooms with really really long wooden dining tables in them and all pretty adjacent to one another. And also in two of them, the same two women were eating. I began to realize I was dreaming. This is the first time this has ever happened. So, I remembered from the movie
Waking Life that light can't be modulated in the dream world, and to test whether or not you're dreaming, you should try and flip a light switch. So I spent time looking for a light switch while I was running from
maybe Claude. When I found a light switch, I went to flip it down, but it sort of crumbled and fell out of the wall as I flipped it. This is quite amazing because it seems like my mind was trying to sabotage my test of whether or not I was dreaming. If the switch was broken, then the test becomes inconclusive. Regardless, I then knew it was a dream, but I woke up from the shock. I immediately wanted to fall back to sleep, which I did. And I was even able to re-enter somewhere near where I left. I don't remember much other than I squished claude into a small blue cylinder. The shape vaguely reminded me of a small blue bead I
found recently.
After I squished him, I forgot that I was dreaming again, and he also regained his true shape. I told him that I took a job at a Starbucks cuz I needed to supplement my income and it was also a favor or something. I go to report for work. I'm scheduled for a five hour shift and it's an afternoon shift. For some reason, we also serve pizza. I guess the manager thought I was experienced with Pizza-Serving-Starbucks protocols, because she stationed me at the oven. Things quickly got out of control and I was really frustrated and for some reason, the dishwasher was positioned right next to the pizza oven and the pizzas kept coming out of the oven (it was a conveyor-type oven) and going straight into the dishwasher, thus, of course, ruining the pizzas. I kept almost burning my hands and I didn't quite know what tools to use to get the pizzas out of the oven and it seemed like every time I turned around, there was pizzas either in the dishwasher, or stopped up and thus the conveyor would be blocked up and pizzas were stuck inside the oven and burning.
Finally, I went up to the manager and said something like, "look, I don't know what you think you're doing, but there's five people working here and I shouldn't be working by myself." And she says something like, "so, you're telling me we need five people to take a few pizzas out of an oven?" She was really snide. She reminded me of an english teacher I never liked. I said, "I don't need this," as I took off my green apron.
As I was leaving, I realized that I forgot my backpack, so I had to go back. And then I also realized that my friend Kristen, whom I used to work with at Starbucks, was just starting her shift, so I felt bad that I quit. I was looking all over for my back pack and weirdly, my manager and everyone else ignored me as I looked for it.
When I woke up, my bag was sitting right next to my bed and I laughed. I hate waking up from dreams where I dreamt I lost something, because it feels like relief but also sillly, because I was just so terrified I lost my bag in the dream.
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