Last night’s chantix dream was a good one. I got a new job. I make $20 and some change per hour now. I met this guy, we hit it off as friends, a non sexual way. He filled me in that he owned this company. I interviewed and got hired. They tried to pay me $16 an hour, but I got them to pay $27 and hour. I was very persistent about $27 an hour.
I HAD TO HAVE $27. NOT $37. NOT $17. TWENTY SEVEN.
I do not specifically remember the job title, but it was like sales/ purchasing. I got to travel. I moved closer to Columbus.
I was jubilant.Follow up to my sad ass chantix dream- Today I picked up some food for lunch from the restaurant I waitress at. It was featured in my previous dream with the kid I went to high school with. I was waiting in the drive through. AND GUESS WHO GOT OUT OF THEIR FREAKING CAR?! THE GUY WHO WAS IN MY DREAM. SO FUCKING WEIRD.