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Short Staffed

I'm at work. But the grills are poker tables. Lots of people are working but leave when I show up. Spend the dreaming cooking lots of eggs on each Table/grill as the order keep piling up on screen. I spend hours doing that and suddenly there are no customers. It's like they never waited for their orders. I shrug and just leave.

Work again

I'm at work but it's all different. I'm in the staff lounge but it's all dark and dingy. Scott show up and we talk since I haven't seen him in a while. I ask him what he's doing here and he says there's some construction to do. Then he hands me a big stash of weed. Like a pound... and he says "hold this for me." I hide it under some clothes.

Somehow I wind up at my house. It's ALL wrecked like a huge bomb went off and it's filled with entities. Some are cleaning up and others are just standing around doing drugs or whatever. Something happens and I have to go back to work.

Sometime later I have to show managers from work where I live, they have to drop something off or pick something up. They follow me for a few blocks but ignore the instruction i give them. They wind up going through a different door in my house that i showed them. I enter through a side door or garage door again. I watched them come in and my memory fades.

Xereniak

A brief dream of being in a kitchen with a guy I work with who likes to be called xereniak online. We are talking about dreaming. I made some sort of joke like "In soviet Russia, Asuka's gardens destroys YOU!" He laughs as he grabs something from the fridge and places it on the island in the middle of the kitchen. We continue talking but the memory fades.
Note: this is a shared dream. Xereniak told me about looking in a fridge and having a conversation with me about dreaming.
Backyard

I'm in my basement at the start. I'm reading a book of Raven's dream logs. In one entry she is saying we a are dreamviewing some dream i had that had a probel to do with??? I don't remember. The next entry has a very perplexing title, but it's kind of gross. I get interrupted by an angry woman. She wants me to clean the mess up outside. I go in the backyard and, like the rest of the house... it is completely destroyed. I find a ground tiller? something to work the soil to restore it to a garden. A dog is attached and starts pulling it fast. I am tilling the lawn really fast until my alarm wakes me up.