Little Caesars Pizza & JB & MR & AG In The Break Room

This dream involved me going to work at a fictional version of The BP Library, and my mom or my brother GC gave me a Little Caesars pizza.

I went to a fictional version of the break room and my female coworkers JB, MR, and AG entered the break room talking.

I asked them if they wanted some pizza, JB & MR were so into their conversation that they did not hear me or see me, but AG heard me.

AG responded that they had just eaten, and she asked me if I had seen a certain commercial or news article or something that I can not remember.

She described it to me, but I had not seen it or heard of whatever it was before.

MR got a mobile phone call from someone who she thought was me, or they just happened to have the name John Jr; MR still did not realize that I was in the break room too.

After MR finished her phone call, she wanted us to start a test where we would call the phone extension 83 or 84 whenever we need a certain type of help, maybe security help, but I can not remember.

MR said that this was to test a service for the library that she was thinking about paying for to provide that service for the library when required.

MR said that the test would last a week or two, then we would share our opinions, and then she would decide whether that service was worth paying for or not.

After that, JB was sitting at a table, and she asked me to squeeze her hand; which I thought was odd, but I did what she said.

When I squeezed her hand, this caused her hand to close, which then pulled something across the table that activated an arts and craft project / display / invention / contraption / whatever thing she had made.

I can not remember the details, I just know that it worked, and it was something creative that she made; but that is all that I can remember of this dream before I woke up.

The end,

  • John Jr

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