I had a strange dream last night that my car stopped working while I was driving to work; the warning indicators were all lit up. I coasted to a diner parking lot and pushed my car into a space that looked like a booth. I noticed that I was wearing a work uniform, and the shirt felt like wool on my skin because I wasn’t wearing a tee shirt underneath it. My old boss told me I was assigned to work at the register, but I didn’t know how.
I don’t understand these dreams at all.
I am watching a WWE Premium Live Event (PLE), Money in the Bank (MITB), tonight. The events leading up to the show have been excellent. Throw in a slice of Red Velvet Cheesecake and I am looking forward to it.
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