I live in Florida but there was snow, lol. I had a dream I was pulling into this somewhat fastfood resturaunt, almost a Waffle House like joint. There was a little bit of snow, but I was wearing clothes for Florida weather (I'm wearing shorts right now, people, it's in the 70s). So, I knew I was dreaming. My breaks weren't working or something, maybe the road was icy and I didn't know how to drive on ice roads. Which is true, I don't, I've never driven up north even though I've been there on numerous accounts. I hit a guy's car. I didn't decide if I was gonna try and pretend it never happened and just go somewhere else or not. I turned around to make sure I was clear to go in reverse when I saw this old man yelling inside the place. I rolled down my window and said, "I'm not going anywhere, I'm just going to park and come in and talk to you" The guy kept on yelling, calling me young and stupid. Typical Florida type of old man who would yell at me for accidently hitting a basebal into his yard over the fence. I did hit his car, but it didn't do a lot of damage. I knew right off the bat this guy was the kind to blow things out of proportion. I told him to shut up, it'll be taken care off. He got in his car and drove off, lol. I went inside, thinking he'd come back anyways. We didn;t exchange information. I really had to be in this place though. Around 2 am a girl I work with came in. She was in a different work uniform. She had on this dress with sleeves anda collar that came to her knees, that silly fishnet stuff hooter' makes their waitresses wear and a McDonald's like hat. I asked her, "What happened? You're working in a place that makes you dress--"

"Slutty?" she asked, annoyed. "Yeah, I do. Why? Oh, because [bf's name] spends all the money on alcohol and drugs and we can't pay rent." These two both work with me. "Well, what about him?" I asked.

"He's in rehab and I have no money. AND he's pissed that I'm working in a place like this. He's not being logical. I hate my job."

Then around 3 am her bf comes in, still in the uniform of where we all really do work. "I'm out of rehab" he says, but you can tell he's totoally messed up. His gf says nothing. Then another girl I work with came in, and she worked at a pet shop. At 4 in the morning the whole crew of servers were there, some still working where we all work, but most with new jobs. I didn't take control of anything, I just sat and listened to everyone's problems. Some can't get off of their addictions, others just lack money. Some were doing just fine, but were making no money.

I come into work the next day and we've hired three new servers, so we had 17 servers on a Saturday night. Oh yeah, I made $13 in tips. We all quietly say we need new jobs, but in this small town, there's no work to be found.

Let's tlak about the dream experiences though. I swear, when I went sliding, my heart went straight to my stomach. Part of it was from the sliding and the other part was from the nervousness of, "Oh shit! I'm gonna hit that white car!" My seatbelt stopped me from hitting the steering wheel though. That guy who yelled at me had an egg head and was bald. He was such an asshole. I realized I couldn't read the resturaunt's name though so I decided I needed to try and work on that (which will be another thread). It had the black letters and yellow background like Waffle House though. They didn't serve breakfst though, lol.