Weird dream last night … I was on vacation but some how bought a bar. It was attached to a gas station … in space? A group of pilots flew in and came to the bar, even though we weren’t exactly “open”. Serving them became a nightmare as I had no idea where anything was, no idea of inventory. While the bar-tend was making burgers, I was taking orders. Which was frustrating because I don’t know what was in our inventory. This lady ordered 11 shots of beer? And another one wanted some pomegranate wine?
I woke up thinking … I never want to own a bar.
Weezard said in his dream , we owned a campervan and was traveling around, on our way up to Alaska.
I like his dream better. lol
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