Dream of the day:
I was a princess. I was pooping in front of everybody to show them how it was done.
Then, the boy all the kingdom called "Beaver" came up and told me how because I was given preferential treatment he had to do all the crappy jobs. So I said I would help, because I was just that kind of princess.
He took me to a ladder and pointed up and said, "that paint needs to be chipped away". I went up the ladder and started. It was topply, and I didn't have any tools. I had an idea that a big part of the reason Beaver was being asked to do this job had to do with his dramatically protruding upper teeth. He had braces on them, but they were still a fine tool for stripping paint.
Then my sister, who wasn't my real life sister came over.
She was flirting with the chef in a rather unappealing manner and I got the feeling it wasn't going to last much longer between them. I don't know where the chef came from.
Later, I went to the bar. I don't think I was still a princess, but I definitely still felt out of my element. I drank too much (which would never happen in real life, ha ha) trying to feel at ease, and instead woke up the next day with a vague feeling I had either really made a fantastic impression on people or really made a fool out of myself. There was a fuzzy memory of starting an impromptu jam session with a bunch of people, where I was stomping and humming while the waitresses were trying to clean up around us and I remember it seemed really awesome at the time but found myself wondering the next morning (still dreaming here) if in fact I had any rhythm or melody whatsoever. And also I had accepted a job and had to be ready for it immediately.
The job was given to me by one of the guys at the bar and involved a pregnant suit and the ability to dance. Other than that, he said we would just have to see how it went. He took me to the mall.
That's where it kind of fades out, though I remember I was never quite sure if I was doing a good job in my new position. The guy who was my boss, who was Mexican (random), said I would be okay, but he seemed distracted. I wasn't sure if I was working on commission, or what.
Then I woke up.
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