Recently, I was waiting tables one night, recounting events of 35 to 48 years ago, as well as incorporating the Cerinos into the dream, as well as hostesses. Awakening, I now realized that most of the people are long dead.
I always had night terrors with being behind in my tables. Grumbling over late seatings by hostesses, losing track of orders. I was always afraid of falling behind. Weird
How could I still have unresolved issues from that long ago that they would manifest themselves into my dreams?
Then another night, I was working with the Colonel Penn crew. Also 33 to 35 years ago. Not so much people being vivid, but issues. The policy tote board, the computers. The layout of the office and the feeling of getting busted sabotaging quotes of Sarah Barker. Weird.
