Brine & Bastards: Tour Day Three: My True Loves Name is Wendy

8-21-08

I've had this reoccurring dream ever since I knew I was leaving for tour, actually it's more of a nightmare. Every Sunday night for the last few weeks I've had this dream that I was late for the Breakfast shift at my job which in the waking world, actually caused me to sleep through my alarm. I'm supposed to get up at 7, get ready and be at work by 8.30, but as of late I'd wake up at 8am screaming "FUCK, OH FUCK, I'M FUCKING LATE I'M SO FUCKED". After about five minutes of this I calm down, skip the shower, and barely make it to work on time. I actually have a really great job at a Cafe where I wait tables full time. I love everything about my job and thats why I freak out when I'm late because I'd hate to lose it because I sleep through the alarm.

So I had the nightmare again, only this time it had a twist. I was running errands in my dream, when my bosses son calls me up to see who tour is going. I realize not only did I sleep through the alarm in the dream I never bothered to go into work. I never opened up the Cafe that morning, and by now it was long past lunch. Panic sets in. I start trying to ride my bike to work, then realizing I'd never make it in time I panic some more and somehow get a ride there. At this point, I just want to face my Boss like a man, admit that I'm a complete screw up and take what I've got coming to me. I finally arrive at the Cafe, only to be shocked by what I see. The Cafe is open and my best friend is there working. He tells me "I told Chris that I was working for you today, so don't worry about it". By this point the Bus pulled into a Gas Station, and the stop woke me up. I'm too freaked out to go back to sleep.

There are a lot more details I've probably forgotten, they really don 't matter I guess. I now know what the nightmares are all about. I love my job, the place where I work and the people I work with are truly amazing. I don't think I have ever been happier at a job. This morning when I woke up though, I realized just how hard it is going to be to go back to waiting tables.

So here's the Son of a Bitch that led me to weird dreams.........

There was a journey to be taken. Six men on a holy quest to attain a prize so delicious it's locations must never be clustered to prevent gluttony from overtaking the land. This treasure is called Chick Fil-A, and it is the best Chicken Sandwich/Nuggets known to man. We passed one on the way to park the bus, and when we finally stopped we all decided that nothing else could possibly suffice for dinner. It was then that we embarked on our mission. We walked a quarter mile, hoping to fill our tummies with Chick Fil-A, enjoying the cool evening, passing many other fast food places along the way, anticipation building with every step. It was all for naught tho, because for some odd reason Chick Fil-A closes early. It closed very early for a "restaurant", like 9pm early. Me thinks the gods weren't smiling down upon us last night, we had to settle for Wendys. It hit the spot, but apparently gives me nightmares. I need to stop eating late.