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Working At Wendy Williams’s Small Business?

Dream 1

All that I can remember of this dream is that I was inside (probably a fictional house) sitting down on my computer with my WordPress.com blog open as I worked on it, and my brother GC asked to use my computer for something so I got up and I walked away to let him use my computer.

At some point my brother GC finished using my computer so I got back on my computer to find that someone had published a post on my blog, it was a post with a YouTube video that was probably one of those often strange music videos that you sometimes see during the commercial breaks on Adult Swim and Toonami where the music video usually does not match the lyrics much if at all and the visuals are usually pretty trippy(?), random example:

Besides the video there was also some text typed under it, and then I noticed that someone had posted a second post on my blog as well.

I quickly realized that it was my brother GC who had posted both posts without asking for my permission or warning me, which confused and surprised me and I wanted to let him know that it was not polite to post on someone’s blog without their permission, but I can not remember if I got a chance to say this to him or not.

I immediately focused on adjusting the title, tags, text, and adding my own text to both posts before watching the videos in both posts to see what they were about (I glanced at the videos, but I stopped to focus on the other stuff first).

As I did this I noticed that the post or both posts had already gotten several comments and several likes to my surprise, more than I usually get on my posts, and so I was impressed that my brother GC’s posts were already more popular than my posts.

I wanted to thank my brother GC but also let him know that he should ask for permission next time, and I was going to consider asking him if he wanted to be a guest author on my blog after I remembered that I had recently read a post by True George called Missing Link that he had also posted on another blog called Success Inspirers World as a guest author.

I woke up as I worked on both posts and maybe as I started to talk to my brother GC about it.

Dream 2

All that I can remember of this dream is that I seemed to be working with my coworker Mrs. CR at a new just opened (probably 1st day) small pretty unprofessional small business that looked like it had been quickly put together in a building along a sidewalk, and it seemed to be owned by Wendy Williams who was there with us mostly greeting customers et cetera while my coworker Mrs. CR and me did most of the work.

I remember taking orders and doing other duties and lots of people were coming in, and so we were understaffed.

We probably served some quick to make and already prepared foods and drinks, and I am not sure what else was sold.

I just remember someone ordering a mixed alcoholic drink, they wanted something that had a name that was a letter and some numbers because our menu used a naming system like that for each drink combination and / or separate alcoholic drink, and that combination was probably a maybe brown *something that I can not remember* alcoholic drink mixed with another alcoholic drink that my coworker Mrs. CR and me were struggling to identify.

The naming system was confusing because you had to memorize what each thing stood for, but we had just opened so we did not have them memorized and I did not deal with the alcoholic drinks so I had no idea so my coworker Mrs. CR who mixed the drinks was struggling to identify the drinks in that combination so that she could mix them.

I remember us looking at the menu and looking at the bottles that were labels and even looking in the back, Mrs. Williams was busy talking to people so we did not bother her, but I can not remember if we ever figured it out or not.

I just know that my coworker Mrs. CR spoke to Mrs. Williams at some point, who probably complained that we were taking too long, and then Mrs. CR left to go buy something so I joined her oddly which makes no sense because that would have left no one left to work at the new small business except for Mrs. Williams.

I am not sure if my coworker Mrs. CR was sent to buy something for Mrs. Williams personally or the small business or a customer or for herself or for someone else, I also was not sure what she was buying or where, and so I was just following along which seemed better than staying behind at work.

We walked along a sidewalk until we reached a small apartment house (that looked like an old small former furniture store) built into one of the buildings along the sidewalk, my coworker Mrs. CR was allowed in, and it was a mostly open apartment with maybe only the bathroom and laundry room and storage room being in a separate room.

At the back of the apartment near the hall to the separate rooms was my former female classmate DF, along the left side of the wall near the entrance were couches for guests and a television that was on, and on the right near the entrance was her bed.

My coworker Mrs. CR walked to my former classmate DF, I stayed back by the couches but I probably waved and greeted her from a distance, and I felt that something was not right when I looked around and I felt that my former classmate DF was an illegal drug dealer selling illegal drugs from her apartment house so I assumed that was what my coworker Mrs. CR was buying.

I did not want to be involved in anything like that so I hoped that I was wrong and I stayed back and I hoped that it was over soon, I remember hearing my former classmate DF complain about something, and for some reason the deal took a long time and oddly most of my family showed up in the couch area but they were not there to buy anything.

My brothers TDC and KDC were there and they were younger and so was my brother GC, I am not sure if my parent’s were any younger or not, and they were watching television like they were waiting on me to leave so that they could leave too.

Near the bed I noticed some strange wires and things above it almost like a clothesline or something that had an orange carpet over it that looked like the carpet at my parent’s house, it was just thrown on the wire or whatever unevenly and folded up, and so I went to straighten it out.

Because of the unevenness of the wires and things I had some difficulty, I noticed that the bed was not made, and so I started making up the bed as I also adjusted the carpet and some of my brothers started to help me.

While doing this I realized that Toonami was probably on the television because an episode of a Dragon Ball television show was playing (maybe Dragon Ball Super, but I do not know), I was confused by this because I thought that it was day when we got here, and that does not air on television until 10:00 PM – 11:00 PM on Saturdays so that would mean that maybe a lot of time had passed and that it was night now outside but I could not see outside because there were no windows or they were covered.

The bed frame was probably made of wood and metal, I remember several small pad pieces falling off that probably went over the screws to prevent them from poking the mattress et cetera, and so I had to try to put them back while still trying to make up the bed and adjust the carpet.

I then heard my former classmate DF tell my coworker CR that it was getting late and that she had work and / or college tomorrow, and so we probably needed to leave soon and so they needed to quickly finish their deal which I have no idea why it was taking so long.

But I woke up as I was finishing making up the bed and straightening the carpet and preparing to leave once my coworker CR was finished.

The end,

-John Jr

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