five thousand shades of blue
Thursday, May 03, 2001
[dream mode on]
I'm in the café with Andra and Marian, and we're trying to clean up because it's 6 o'clock, and heck, that means it's time to go. There's suddenly a couch where the computer table along the window is supposed to be, and some folks (who, in my Dream Wisdom, I know are friends) are still hanging out as we close. Also different is the fact that the office door has been replaced by doors to a . Well, this weird man walks in and goes over to the amenities table (you know, cream, sugar, stuff like that), and picks up the shakers that the cinnamon, nutmeg and chocolate/brown sugar are in, and starts
shaking toppings all over himself, while in a lecturing kind of tone going on and on about something. I repeatedly ask him that he has to leave, but he keeps on talking, and finally it's escalated to the point where . Andra's just laughing and laughing, and no one's helping, so finally I have to call the , but by the time they get there, the man's locked himself into the men's room, and I'm crying because I just want to go home. Red Coat dudes ask me if they need to kick out the people on the couch, and I tell them, they're friends. Like they don't want to deal with the man in the bathroom anymore and take the easiest thing to do instead.
[dream mode off]
And, for the record, if my day is anything like this, I'm going to go mental.
is
this just not enough…?
