Dream For 4-7-6

For some strange reason, I’d been invited back to Panera. My reasoning in the dream was, “Erik told me management was better.” I spent the majority of the dream asking people, “Who is in charge here?”, only to have nobody claim to be a manager. Not even Melissa, who has been promoted to shift supervisor.

I was initially talking to this one official-looking girl. (Who denied she was a manager.) She said I could just do whatever I wanted. I said that’s what I did before, and I want to know who’s in charge! Then I started going off about how I used to come in on my days off, and stay late. I cocked my head and realized that nothing had changed, “Oh hell, I will just do whatever I want!” I noticed the floor needed a sweep, so I went to find a broom.

Except, I couldn’t find a broom. Don’t you hate when layouts change mid-dream? Yeah, one of those things. For some reason, I thought the broom would be in the bathroom. And in this dream, the bathroom had turned into a flow-through design. So much so, I saw a chick about to take a dump in the men’s room. I realized I didn’t want to look stupid, so I did one of my famous dream-tricks whereby I not only make myself invisible, not only give myself the ability to go through walls, but of course give myself the ability to fly. In one quick snap of thought, nobody can see me, and I fly up out of the plane of structure to observe the land below me. I love doing that.

How many people do you know that can walk through walls in dreams? Yeah, that’s what I thought. *giggles*

Ahem. Now for my actual day so far. It’s DITL day. Good thing I remembered. I took a quick shot of my morning wood (as I like documenting), uploading pictures from the past day or two, and cleared my camera’s cache. My hamstrings feel more sore than they did yesterday. Yeah. They’ll need more than just today off. *smirks*

And I’m eating my All-Bran. Mmmm. I’ll consider this my first breakfast. *burps* This’ll clean out my system. I’ll have some oatmeal in two hours or so. Grawr.