DREAM DIARY
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AUGUST 10, 2010
Well, I had another one.
Another Six-Eleven bartending dream. Considering that I used to tend bar there, it's no wonder I dream about it every now and again

I spent a good part of this dream filling schooner glasses with beer from the tap. It must have been Happy Hour, because I poured an awful lot of beer. My waiter would frequently come to the waiter's station and say "I need twenty glasses" or "I need twenty seven", and I'd start filling those suckers from the tap.

At one point, a keg blew and needed to be changed. While I was doing this, I saw a black woman not that far from the end of the bar and I told her "Just a moment please!", and she responded with "Thank you".

Two women came to the area near the end of the bar. I could tell that one of them was just hammered (stinking drunk); but she attempted to order more booze anyway and then promptly "faw down go boom". I told her nicely but in no uncertain terms that she was too loaded and that I could not serve her any alcohol.

Somebody ordered "a glass of pop please", I asked what kind, and I believe he said that any old kind would suffice. So I got a glass and went to the ice machine -- which was malfunctioning. Instead of little cubes, the machine was producing fairly sizeable chunks of ice. But I found a piece that fit inside a schooner glass, filled the remainder with pop (from what I believe was a two litre plastic bottle in the reach-in cooler), and delivered it. I told him "one dollar please", and he dumped a bunch of change in my hand, thanked me, and vanished. So I counted out a dollar in dimes & nickels, rang up the dollar on the cash register, put it in, and threw the rest (which I estimate was also $1) into my tip jar.

Another woman said something about a "Kalto Cooler" (this totally fictitious cooler name has appeared in my dreams on two other occasions now!), so I asked her to "say again please?" and she then handed me some kind of large receipt for several hundred dollars worth of wine coolers -- which I then knew what it was for, so I thanked her, opened the till, lifted the change compartment, placed the receipt underneath, dropped the change compartment back down, ad closed the drawer.

Somebody asked for five vodkas, but I told him that we didn't serve hard liquor -- just beer and wine. He vanished without protest.

Sometime later, somebody ordered something and paid for it with a $50 bill -- which I knew was bogus the moment I handled it. But I scrounged around the back of the bar for my UV LED light that is used for just that purpose...even though UV LEDs did not yet exist when I tended bar at the real Six Eleven, I knew I had one somewhere. After determining in fact that the $50 bill was as queer as an $8 bill, I handed it back to the customer, said "this bill is phoney", and then he walked away.

Sometime later (again), somebody ordered a glass of milk, which I happily served.

Near the end of the dream, I realised that I was pretty much out of beer glasses, so I went to wash some. I went to the three-basin Auto-Chlor sink, saw that the rightmost basin had sudsy water in it, but that it was quite in need of a changing. My now-deceased friend and (real-life) fellow bartender Dale Hilmer was there at this point, but I don't believe he was productive or assistive in any fashion. So I attemped to drain the basin and found it to be clogged. I grabbed (of all things) a toliet plunger and started working on it. The drain opening was much, much, MUCH larger in this dream than it would be in real life; the plunger fit inside the opening. At some point, I felt suction, indicating that the drain was becoming unclogged, then I woke up.




AUGUST 14, 2010
In this dream, I was in a tavern (beer bar), sitting at the bar. My memory is a bit vague here, so I don't know how many beers I had. I ordered, and the bartender brought me a glass of beer approximately 75% full, and he said "That was the last of the Amstel Light", and charged me $1.00 for it. He also laid down two "markers" (usually, they're good for one free drink each). I looked toward the door, and saw my stepmother going by and looking in. She winced or otherwise made an unpleasant face, and continued walking past.

I then got out two $1 bills, and handed them to the bartender, saying "Here, take this or else somebody might steal it" or something extremely similar.

Then I woke up.



AUGUST 23, 2010
In this dream, I was with my stepmother in her white minivan. My memory of this dream is somewhat limited. She was driving in this segment, and the song "For Those About to Rock (We Salute You)" by the rock band AC/DC was playing -- and quite loudly too. This is rather queer because she despises that type of music in the waking world. Another part that I remember was going into a "pay" parking lot (I was the driver now; it would normally be the other way around) looking for a place to park. This parking lot was a bit bizarre in that it was indoor, but appeared to be wide open -- there were plants and birds and rocks and things that you would not really expect to see in a parking lot.

I eventually found a parking place; it was a "parallel"-type parking space rather than the type you'd normally see in a pay parking lot. As we were walking away from the minivan, another motorist went by; he was rather uranated (pissed) because we took the space he was going for.

At this point, I noticed that I had a yellowjacket in my left hand -- I was holding it by its wings. Although it never attempted to sting, it did bite my fingers numerous times. Around this time, I woke up.



AUGUST 25, 2010
I forgot most of this dream before I could dart to my Dream Diary and get it opened for write...but I do remember some of the last segment. I was in the kitchen cleaning it up (loading the douchewasher, hand-washing some of the larger pots, cleaning counters, etc.). My two best friends Phillip and Paul were inb the living room, and Phillip had asked me if I wanted to watch a movie with them. Two things entered my mind at that point.

1: Could I step out for a smoke during the movie? (neither one uses tobacco), and
2: Would it "eat" into my daily naptime? (I would normally nap between ~1:30pm and ~3:30pm every day in the waking world)

The next thing I remember was my father coming into the kitchen with a very dirty, large circular (est. diameter 24") tray, not too unlike the type we used at the bar when I tended bar in the waking world from the late-1980s to the mid-1990s.

Then I woke up.




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