Might call this, They Can't All Be Good, it wasn't. Began at my old job, only as usual with dreams, the place was different. I was sitting in a new auditorium with others, presided over by two girls, one who I've known, only she, too, wasn't the same. In the dream I liked her, where in the waking world, nobody did. Also, in the dream realm I'd known her longer, back to high school, which wasn't the case. Anyways, the trouble started with her when I wanted to get up out of my seat and leave the auditorium, she just wasn't having it. Now, she was as she was in the real world, and, too bad, so was I. I got really smart and nasty with her, something else I never would have done at work, but she was true to character. I left saying something rude about the uniforms, knowing I'd be fired. Then, I got in my little green car and drove through an old town. I stopped at a house that was having a candy sale because I wanted to get a box of chocolates for Mummy and Theresa. The person checking out in front of me had dropped their money, and I picked it up and handed it back to them. I got two boxes of chocolates for eleven dollars, but I think, they were out of what I wanted. When I got back to my car there were two angry and flabbergasted black boys because now, my car was parked on top of one of the boy's green Camaro. It was a nice seventies model.
