My Weird Dream

I was at some sort of breakfast buffet with a bunch of co-workers, and my boss instructed us that everyone was to get something from the buffet that was already on the plate of the person to the left of them. And he had some weird blueberry compote on his plate, which is weird because I think if I said "blueberry compote" to my boss, he'd respond, "I don't know what that is."

And also, a preacher got mad at me and complained that I was making weird hand movements in church. (As I recall, I was re-enacting a surfing movie.) I accused the preacher of antisemitism.

Also, there was a 77th floor of Bloomingdale's you could only access by taking an elevator that doubled as a bathroom. I went there to buy an umbrella. And maybe some plus-sized fashions. I remember bragging to whoever I was with that I'd gotten a pair of pajama bottoms there for a $1. Only the pajama bottoms I was referencing (in real-life, my favorite pair) cost $10 at Old Navy and the only article of clothing I've ever owned from Bloomingdale's was a pair of underwear that said "Bloomies" across the back when I was, like, 6.

Also, I was at a hotel and forgot where my room was.

Also, (and I have this dream every once in a while), I was back in college, and it was finals time, and I realized I hadn't gone to class in weeks, no longer remembered my schedule, was supposed to graduate in a few days, but had only half the credits necessary for graduation.

Also, I was in the library trying to study when this girl (I have no idea who) came in and started belting "Marry the Man Today" from Guys and Dolls. She was practicing for the school musical. And I complained that if I can't "hand surf" in church, it's only right that she doesn't sing show tunes in the library. Everyone sided with her. Yutzes.

I'm sure there was more, but enough for now.