All apologies to Dairy Queen employees...

The fake stars are out at the Brenden Theaters at the Palms Casino.

Something that I tend to enjoy on weekends is the extra sleep. With extra sleep comes extra dreaming. As it usually happens, after a night of drinking, my dreams were espcially vivid and weird. I can't really go into all of the storylines, but there is one particular part of my dreaming episode that I just have to put out there.

It consists of me breaking up with a girlfriend that I never met, but that's what she was in the context of this dream. She hands me a receipt and it says that I owe her $900 for past due rent, so I'm holding the receipt and reading it and it happens to be one of those tickets from Dairy Queen that they write the orders on. At the bottom of the ticket is my handwriting that says something to the effect of, "If DQ pays me such and such I'll settle and if not, I'll quit."

I remember getting mad because I don't work at DQ and I was getting angry like I was having one of those comic book parallel universe experiences of what could have happened with my
life if I had taken a wrong turn somewhere. It had a nightmarish quality to it. I said I don't work at DQ and everyone insisted I did. I was incredulous.

There was even a point of lucidity in the dream where I said out loud to the other people that this is like one of those glimpses into a parallel universe. I don't work at DQ, nor would I ever think of doing such a thing. I went to college, and did several years in the military. I have a lot of experience that would make working at DQ totally unnecessary for me. Not that my speech did anything to persuade the audience.

I don't remember how the dream ended or anything, just how mad I was at the thought that I was 30 years old and working at Dairy Queen. My apologies to Dairy Queen employees.