Dreamt that I was late for work. I was back at home, at my parents' and kept checking and rechecking my hours on the side of the refrigerator. Then, my shirt was wrinkled, and I could not find my shoes. When I got to the restaurant, it was different and very dark. Sarah and Jo, two of the girls I used to work with, were there, but Jo had white hair. Probably as that was twenty-some years ago, it's been closed as long, and I'd dreamt of my boss years ago when he'd passed away. I used to have nearly as many late dreams as I do lost, but it's been awhile. I think these dreams reflect how time dictates our lives.
