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I took a woman out for a date. RF and another person (a woman) suggested a place. I found the place too pricey. We changed to KFC. There were meals that costs over P400. I had to clarify if that was for two or just for one. Then I realized I left my wallet in a different pair of pants. I whispered to her the dilemma and she seemed displeased.

The waiter was planning something nasty, so I threatened him, creating the illusion of heat (or cold?) in his balls and eyes if he ever tries to do his misdeed.

I am walking with RF and V in Quiapo. V looks a lot thinner. Afternoon. I have to get stuff, but it was too late. I remember I should get AM's Smartbro. I thought with panic "That was today?!" I told RF I have to go back. It's already night. I didn't want to go back and forth with the pieces of paper, so I left it with him, grateful that he took it.

Going back, I needed to take a tricycle. Gg was already there, and we live near each other anyway. The driver does not seem to want to move. Gg was singing to get him to drive, I think. No go, so we took a jeep. I was worried the driver of this one won't hurry either.

We were going downstairs. By "we" means me and some person. It seems to go underground. Then I'm in a mansion with some people. There's an old guy who looks European, and one who seems to be the husband or partner of the woman I was dating. He doesn't seem offended, but I think he was the one who sent the "assassin" waiter, but I sensed it's all in the past now. I keep walking around the 'circle' in the mansion, hoping to go up a set of stairs, but I ended up walking on the tables. I was reprimanded, and I apologized for not noticing I was already walking on tables. I jumped down and looked for the stairs.

I got a job in a restaurant where all the tables are outside. It was my first time being a waiter, and no one gave me any kind of training. Luckily, the first table I had to take orders from was my grandma's. She brought John and some of her friends. When I got to the table I pulled out a pen and a notepad. I asked each of them what they wanted, but the only ones I can remember were a salad and for some reason cereal. John said "I'll do Brooklyn a favor and have the special cereal," whatever that means. But as I was writing the orders down, my pen kept snapping at the tip, making it increasingly harder to write. I managed to get everything written down and went back inside.

There was a kitchen are that looked like a home's kitchen, with an island in the middle. There were no chefs, so I wondered if I had to cook everything myself. A man who worked there came up behind me and told me I needed to put the order into a machine and it cooked for you. I slipped the paper in next to a rubber chicken and the machine turned on. I could see through the glass that the machine was working, however it was taking a very long time. 3 hours passed and I rushed out of the kitchen with the food. I placed the plates down and apologized for the wait. It was even dark out now, while it was bright daylight before. I expected everyone to be mad, but they seemed like they weren't. It was almost as if I was on time.

Date:08-28-11
Length: 2 Minutes
Vividness: 4/10

I was sitting at a table just finishing eating as I was talking to this man about how he examined me and learned things about how he examined me and learned things about me.
I got up and staked the plates and picked up the cups.
I walked to the balcony and dropped the cups onto the sand below.
It was a very nice and sunny beach.
I started walking away to put away the cups and my dream ended there.

-frenchblablabla

My highschool basketball (or is it football/soccer?) team is going to be coming to a special dinner out that I am organizing. During practice I am so distracted thinking about all the details that I can't concentrate on the game.

The restaurant is a very small but very popular place that seems to be done in a log cabin style. I am going back and forth between restaurant and gym, trying to get things in order. My friend is with me and he tells me where the table is located. It's on the second level. He takes me to what looks like a closet, but when you look up you can see the second floor. I tell him it shouldn't be a problem for those of us with wings (like he and I have), but what about the others? After we think about it for awhile I just announce that people without wings can use the stairs.
The waiter that will be serving us asks how many will be coming. I realize that I have no idea, but guess between 15-20. He raises an eyebrow and looks unimpressed.

Back at the gym I am trying to practice again when I overhear someone say that the most popular guy in school is only going to the dinner because he thinks I am pretty. This makes me very uncomfortable, so I go back to the restaurant to talk to my friend about it. He tells me it's nothing new or shocking, and that he's always thought so too, and that's why he's always called me that "pet name". I look confused, saying that I thought that "Nüßig" meant nutty, and he tells me that it does, but it has a double meaning.