Dream:
I am a a young woman about 18 to 20 years old. I am a waitress. I am underpaid and I am tired and not comfortable with my coworkers. I feel like they are hostile.
Then they kindly say to me, go take your dinner break, in a friendly way. They tell me I have an hour. I am surprised that they are being so nice to me and an hour seems generous.
I walk down the street...my home is a house about 3 or 4 houses down from the restaurant. It is an antique, very charming. I go in and then reality kind of splits. I become an observer. I have turned into Kelly Ripa (TV talk show host currently out on maternity leave.) I am her...she is me....reality is weird. (in real life I am closer to Kelly's age but a bit older.) She is very friendly.
So there is my father...Kelly's father, rather young and boyish for a father (unlike my real life elderly father.) Kelly gives me a tour of the house and I enjoy checking out the charming antique rooms.
I see the father's bedroom...the doorway has no door but is blocked by a hanging rack of coats, many of them children's . They are TOTALLY in the way and we have to push them aside to peak in. Shades of Narnia and the "War Drobe!"
Then I see Kelly's room which she shares with a toddler and baby. The infant girl is in a bassinette sleeping and the toddler is sleeping in a small bed. There is also an adult bed for Kelly. Again I have to move coats aside as in the other bedroom. The infant girl wakes up and is obviously annoyed that I woke her up by coming into her room. She pushes up on her forearms and whines at me in an annoyed way.
That's it!
Off to read comments above.
I am a a young woman about 18 to 20 years old. I am a waitress. I am underpaid and I am tired and not comfortable with my coworkers. I feel like they are hostile.
Then they kindly say to me, go take your dinner break, in a friendly way. They tell me I have an hour. I am surprised that they are being so nice to me and an hour seems generous.
I walk down the street...my home is a house about 3 or 4 houses down from the restaurant. It is an antique, very charming. I go in and then reality kind of splits. I become an observer. I have turned into Kelly Ripa (TV talk show host currently out on maternity leave.) I am her...she is me....reality is weird. (in real life I am closer to Kelly's age but a bit older.) She is very friendly.
So there is my father...Kelly's father, rather young and boyish for a father (unlike my real life elderly father.) Kelly gives me a tour of the house and I enjoy checking out the charming antique rooms.
I see the father's bedroom...the doorway has no door but is blocked by a hanging rack of coats, many of them children's . They are TOTALLY in the way and we have to push them aside to peak in. Shades of Narnia and the "War Drobe!"
Then I see Kelly's room which she shares with a toddler and baby. The infant girl is in a bassinette sleeping and the toddler is sleeping in a small bed. There is also an adult bed for Kelly. Again I have to move coats aside as in the other bedroom. The infant girl wakes up and is obviously annoyed that I woke her up by coming into her room. She pushes up on her forearms and whines at me in an annoyed way.
That's it!
Off to read comments above.










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