6/5/17

Last night I dreamed that it was my last day in Toronto so Plushateer and I were going to hit Kaji one more time before I left. However, I had a feeling as we were driving to Kaji and I googled it and told her, “It’s Wednesday; Kaji closes at 8. It’s 8:15.”

So while that was a bummer, we ended up at another little restaurant with kind of a French cottage motif that Plushateer thought was really cute, much to my surprise. Instead of tables we were seated at a couch with kind of a coffee table in front of us. The menu was huge and I was having a hard time deciding. The first few pages were kitchen products for sale, including a chef’s coat that matches one I have.

I was feeling badly because I didn’t want to hold up the place. I explained to Plushateer, “By 7:30, my people have the kitchen all broken down. That last half hour before closing is stressful because they get mad if people come in. Now it’s 8:15 and this place closes at 8:45; they probably don’t even want us here.”

But in the meantime a couple of businessmen-looking guys came in and were seated somewhat close to us and they had the air of people who were going to stay awhile. So that took some of the pressure off. A guy came over to take our order and I told Plushateer to go ahead, that I’d decide by the time she was done ordering. I kind of knew what I wanted but the menu was so huge I was having trouble finding it again.

She ordered something like an oysters rockefeller and requested, “The oysters be well done because she won’t eat them otherwise” and I said, “What do you mean? I can eat ’em raw. Unless by ‘she’ you mean you..?” And we started laughing, including the waiter. I still hadn’t ordered my food but we were both going to get lemonades until he informed us the lemonade came from a powder and I said nevermind, I’d take a Coke. Which, after I said that, I really just wanted an iced tea.

I never did order because then I realized I was dreaming and sitting on that same couch, menu in hand, I told Plushateer, “Oh, I have to remember to blog this!” And started recounting the dream to her.

4/29/17

Last night I dreamed that I was under investigation for murder for a dream I had. A detective asked me to write down my dream as my statement and I remember it involved a truck being in the wrong place and the license plate P-02. As I was writing this all down, he asked if I was sure, without a doubt, that I didn’t kill anyone and I said, “Yes, I’m absolutely sure.” He sighed and said, “You know what this means, don’t you? I’m going to have to take you in.” I said, “Yeah, I know.” Because I didn’t confess to the murder he had to charge me with it anyway. He got his cuffs out and I said, “Can I finish writing down the dream first, though? Otherwise I’ll forget the details.” He agreed and read me my rights as I was writing down the dream, which was kind of distracting. My handwriting was getting really crappy because I was trying to write so quickly before I forgot things and I did have the thought, “Are they going to use the change in handwriting as evidence against me? Saying I have a personality disorder?” And I also wondered if/when I should call mom and tell her to call a lawyer because although I felt I could answer the questions and I was innocent, I knew from all the ID shows to lawyer up. The detective looked a bit like Joe Kenda and a bit like the guy from Interviews with Monster Girls. I was in the back room at the restaurant, empty of people, writing down my statement.

I had another dream that the restaurant was completely full and I was running around trying to take orders. I had a little 3-ring notebook I was writing orders in and when I went to one table I’d realized I’d lost the orders for the previous two tables; the pages had fallen out or something. I kept flipping through the book, trying to find them while pretending everything was okay, but everyone knew something was up and was looking at me and getting nervous that no one was taking their orders and they weren’t getting their food. I decided to take the orders to the kitchen that I had while looking for the others later and when I went into the kitchen, everyone was sitting around watching tv and I lost it. I was upset that I was running around trying to keep things together and everyone else was just hanging out, not doing anything, and it never occurred to them to help me..? After yelling at them, I went back out, and the whole back room of people waiting had left because they’d gotten tired of waiting. It was empty; the lights were out, even. And there were my scattered papers of orders on the floor where they’d fallen out of my notebook.

4/19/17

Before sleeping I set the intention I wanted a dream with purpose. Preferably something about my life’s purpose.

Last night the one dream I remember was about a full restaurant and a booth of three customers trying to order ahead of other customers who’d been waiting longer and they all wanted special stuff and an oddly split ticket. I was getting upset and then my coworker was actually assertive for a change and said she could handle it if I let her do more stuff and I said, “Oh, right, like you’re handling the four fucking tables that have people at them that don’t even have menus and haven’t been cleaned off yet? You’re handling that fucking awesome, good job.” Mom got mad at me, of course.

3/26/17

Last night I dreamed about work. It was a high end fancy restaurant competition. I think truffles were involved. Robin was talking about some show she watched about the James Beard Award and some French phrases she was messing up because she couldn’t quite remember. I was getting irritated and thought the whole thing was pretty pretentious. 

I had an instance where I woke up and my arm was cold so I knew I’d been out of body and that I needed to remember the three dreams I had so I thought of three keywords quickly and went back to sleep. (I did not remember them.)

I had another dream that I was playing with Chi and she was crazy and hilarious. 

3/24/17

Last night I dreamed that we were at the lake and needed to leave but mom clogged the toilet so I had to keep flushing it so I could go to the bathroom before we left. Dad got mad that I was taking so long.

I had another dream that I was in my Jeep with mom and we were driving home and she was going too fast on the road that’s damaged. I told her to slow down because the bridge narrows to one lane and I was afraid she was going to hit the concrete barriers on either side. She didn’t slow down and I told her there was road damage and she was going to beat the shit out of my car. I braced for the bounce but it wasn’t as bad as I thought; it had been smoothed out some since the last time I’d driven over it.

My last dream before waking I was at work and we had a late large group come in and take the big table in the back. No sooner had they sat down than another group came in needing a spot for five. I told ended up putting them in the green room because it was quieter since they were having a meeting and the “RT guys in the back” are pretty noisy. The weird thing about this is the group of guys I’d seated in the green room were from RT also; I recognized one of them from real life. I had to go back to the kitchen and check to make sure we still had plenty of specials and corn pudding.

3/22/17

Same suggestion as before.

Last night I dreamed that I was at work trying to take an order but the person was arm wrestling with the person at the table next to them.

I also dreamed I was kind of trying to seduce a guy who wasn’t at all responsive or ticklish and that was slightly disappointing.

I also dreamed that someone posted to the Seth forum that they didn’t feel they were accomplishing anything and didn’t like it at all.