VickDannon

Took a nap after work today. I was extremely tired, so I only remember bits of two dreams. In the dream, some coworkers of mine and I were drunk (They were drunk. Like in waking life, I abstained) and in my garage. Rod stayed near the front and I was admiring all of the picturs on the walls, all of them in Spanish. I can't remember what was on the left side, but on the right was a rudimentary painting of the solar system. I recognized the spanish word for sun, and then the dream became a musical as Jesus (Mexican, I think) started singing about what was written on the walls in spanish. It was crazy and awesome at the same jtime. Crazy awesome.

In another dream, I was shopping in a grocery store with my mom. After checking out, I went back through the store to find some prepared food. In this store they had a lot of cooks with rows of cafeteria style tables where people were eating. I am trying to find some chicken and I ask one of the cooks, who gets real snarky with me as if I'm supposed to know where it is already. Apperently, there isn't a person in existence who hasn't been in this grocery store. I walk to where the chicken is and it isn't the kind I wanted. I try to explain this to the cook, who becomes yet even more snarky and dick like. Angered, I walk away pushing past some other dicks that I know. The scene transitions into a row of computers and I get on one, fully intended to complain to corporate and get his ass fired. I can't remember if I woke on this dream or if it transitioned into the next dream.