So----
I'm back working in the rad FoCo restaurant where I used to be a stellar lil server and I'm in a panic because I can't find my shirt. I mean, I had a shirt ON but I really just needed my perfectly ironed, starched to oblivion, white-button down (with buttons on the collar and a pocket on the breast per strict protocol) men's shirt. Run around like a crazy person in search of said itme. Can't remember if it was actually found... not really important to the story.... BUT the most mental-patient part of the dream was when I found myself peering out of a tiny little Alice "Eat Me" in Wonderland (in clear reference to the size-shrinking cake she consumes, not a porno) window in said restaurant face to face with, again, a miniature version of a deer. With GIANT red eyes like this:
But the thing was suuuuper tiny, mini pocket-sized and with the fur of a llama-- like this (but cleaner, fluffier, and yellower):
//What does that mean????
(And when should I check into the looney bin??)
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