..last night..

I had a bunch of dreams last night. .

One was where I was in a Las Vegas type of setting buffet, but fancier. The head waiter wanted to hire me as one of the waiters, but it was one of those places where you needed to be real classy and experienced. Sarah from Wells Fargo was the other perspective candidate.

I had another one where I was on the east side of downtown san diego and was trying to get to the gaslamp. I was following railroad tracks because it was the route the bus was following and was following it with a family and C.S.

I had another one where I was playing my sham, but it was almost real time. The sham was unspecced and I was trying to do battle, but had the wrong weapon equiped and realizrd I couldn't duel weild or do damage cuz I wasn't specced. Then big Mike alto sax from high school was telling me about his experience about playing wow unspecced. Then he caught the bus downtown, the one that I should have caught. I then started to follow the tracks with the family. . .

There was one with K.F. I remember glass elevators, and not knowing where I was going, but following her for direction. All I remember was small talking with her while waiting, and realizing I was going the wrong direction, having to turn around, and completely getting lost. I remember making her smile and wishing me luck finding my way back.

There was another one where I was in this teeny tiny restaurant with these women who were talking about weight. I brought it up how I prefer a thick woman over a thin one and then giving advice about how taking care of your health is all that's the most attractive about a woman, and not her size.

There was another dream that woke me in the middle of the night because these guys came in and stole a bunch of stuff from our garage. I think I was living at home. I soon come to find out that they were still outside on the driveway waiting for us, then they tell us that the reason why they stole stuff was because we provided a half ass service to them, and they demanded that we redo it correctly. I was all amped up by that point and woke up, but tried continuing the dream where I was fuckin them up, breaking jaws, drawing weapons and making them my bitches. I didn't care about the stuff they stole because all I could remember was that they didn't have anything of value. Apparently, they had weapons and dressed like they were swat.

There was another dream where someone had called and the caller I'd read Edgar something. I didn't recognize the name and when I went to answer it, the phone auto answered anyway. I said "this is Jeff" and they talked to me like they knew me. Apparently, I had made plans with them to watch the Chargers Colt playoff game (the one from yesterday) at my place (which was at my parents house) but since my mom was home, I wanted to nove locations. Well, I still couldn't figure out who it was, so desparately tried changing the plan and flaking. As I was on the phone, I saw people pulling up on the driveway, lolo. Well the person who called handed the phone over to the passenger, lynn? But the voice was unfamiliar, but my cousin I think? Well, they were already right down the street, and apparently it was lolo. I know, it makes no sense. When I got off the phone, it was on! The game was already going and by the time I had turned the tv on to the game, the game was over. The Colts beat the Chargers. Then my dad was there, with a smile on his face. He reached over to shake my hand, I grabbed it and pulled him over to give him a hug and told him, I miss being home.

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