Something the Reverend King and I have in common

I too had a dream but it wasn’t about little white children and little black children. It was about Carlos, the very hot chemist I worked with at the FSIS lab in Alameda. In my dream, I was exhausted and could barely stay awake. Which is sooo not restorative. I was trying to get home from work (I guess the lab) but ended up following Carlos onto public transportation that left me stranded in San Jose. At the hp pavilion of all places. I was using all my energy to keep my eyes open but I also know I have to get back to Alameda to get my car and then get back home. But then Carlos drags me to this taxidermy type museum. Then we go to some Cajun restaurant and he’s getting pretty handsy and I keep hitting him and shoving him off but he seemed to think it was funny. I probably would have too, to some extent, if I wasn’t so tired. That’s the feeling I had, rather than a sense of being violated. Also we couldn’t get a waiter. Then when he finally showed up I couldn’t read the menu cause I was so tired and my head kept doing that droop, jerk awake thing. I think we met someone we knew at the restaurant but I don’t remember who it was. I probably would have just fallen asleep on them.

I had another dream that night too. I guess I was at Cal High, but it was after hours. There were some people I recognized in the dream but don’t actually know. One person told me to ask “Jeanne” how she met her husband. So I did and the story told me was actually more about how he proposed. I don't actually remember the story unfortunately.