Not the weirdest dream I’ve ever had, but somehow, I was waitressing again. Weird indeed, because I hate waitressing with a passion. Was the Worst. Job. Ever. in the history of my life.
So anyway, there I was, waitressing again, and who was at my only table but the Rock. Yup, Dwayne Johnson. Except, he didn’t sound like the Rock, he sounded & acted like my darling husband. (yes, first time I ever met DH in person, I was waiting on his table.)
It wasn’t so bad. Since they were my only table, and I obviously knew everyone (though I don’t remember who else was at the table, just that there were 3 others) I sat and talked with them while they ate. Then they needed the check, and I couldn’t figure out for the life of me how to ring up their meal. DH/Rock was being so patient & encouraging. He kept saying that it was ok, take my time, he wasn’t going anywhere. Just as I was about to burst into tears of frustration…
BigBoy woke me up to inform me that he saw light out his window & the first number on the “cwock” was 7. Time to wake up.
Weird.
Yea, i’d say that was a weird dream…. maybe u will be able to finish the rest of it 2nite..! :-0