Everybody wants a piece.

I had a pretty intense nap dream.

Nap dreams are intense because your body somehow realizes that you have an alarm set to go off in an hour or two so it figures if you're going to sleep, you're going to SLEEP. There's no messing around. It's serious business.

But I don't think I deserved to end up in the middle of a workplace nightmare right after leaving work, that's pretty low. In my dream I walked home which was up the hill, through a cornfield, and then what felt like several miles (in my dream) home. Then I realized that I forgot to return the keys to the shop and trudged back downtown, hat and apron still on. When I got there a guy was just sitting on the cold bar swinging his legs, waiting for me to walk in. He looked at me with a creepy stare and asked,  'hey, can I get some coffee here?!'. I told him that we were closed but I could grind some coffee for him, maybe some Casi Cielo? He begrudgingly agreed before spilling over the next days mocha and (somehow) ripping up the one dollar bills in my register. Then all of a sudden there was a line of people out the door. The door had been left open! Oh no! And a whole bunch of hooligans had littered the lobby with crushed cold cups and lids, and left crumbs and pools of coffee on the tables! What was worse was that nobody else in the hotel seemed to notice and the valets just stood and smiled at me, holding up empty coffee cups and signaling for refills. Then, just when I had my back turned, the guy who was waiting for his ground coffee started throwing coffee stoppers at me! I made dozens of lattes and mochas only to have them all returned because nobody liked them. This sort of nonsense seemed to continue for awhile and included everything from cups being thrown at me, middle aged men yelling at me and old women fighting over the tip jar. The whole time me yelling 'we're CLOSED!'

I feel rested but my emotions are still recovering. A very strange sensation to awake abruptly to a news channel blaring and a strong feeling of indignation.

It's better than the one where Robert Pattinson was chasing me down a never ending staircase yelling 'but WHY don't you like me?! Why have you never seen any of my films?!' and me yelling 'it's not personal! Get a real job! This isn't going anywhere for you!'

My nap dreams are insane.