Gross
Dreamt that I was driving my 5-speed manual transmission car heading to work.
Suddenly, I was in a passenger seat of someone else’s car. I didn’t recognize the person. He was a small wiry man with short black hair.
On the way to work, I asked if he could stop and get me an iced cappuccino from a coffee shop drive-thru. He said yes. We arrived at work. I asked him if it was too late to remind him. He said no.
Suddenly, we were at the coffee house. It was a cheap fast food coffee house. I was about to order the iced cappuccino, but the stranger jumped behind the counter and started making the drink. The staff didn’t seem to care.
He passed me a drink that tasted gross. I said that it wasn’t supposed to taste like that. It was going on 8am. Work was starting soon.
The stranger left. I had the coffee house remake the drink. An inexperienced worker made the drink. It was awful. The manager stepped in and made the drink, it was acceptable.
Black and white photo of right hand on shifter knob. Location: Unknown, USA.
Filed under: dreams,photography,writing - @ 13 January 2015 06:55
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