I had the most bizarre dream (nightmare) last night. In it, I was buying a double wide mobile home built to sit on a foundation. It had 4 bedrooms and 4 bathrooms (5 of each if you counted the basement). The owners were asking $550 for it. I wanted to buy it so the restaurant crew could live together.
In the dream, Darren was the treasurer of our little endeavour. Unfortunately, we only had $175 in our account, so we couldn’t buy the double wide, and the owners sold it to someone else.
I’m obviously spending way too much time at work. When I’m awake, being around some of my coworkers gives me a pounding headache; the thought of living with them gives me cold sweats.