RoswellClain

July 4th, 2011, Non-lucid dream.

Today me and my friend, who shall be referred to as Blunt, were at the house I grew up in. Behind the house a new restaurant was opening up, and we had put in applications to get jobs there. We were lurking on the rook of my garage reading about the restaurant, and learned we would not only be waiters, but also Luchadores. When we got hired, we had exhibition matches against Luchadores from other restaurants. My first match was one of my other friends, who shall be named Mario.