Dream Journal
All of B’s coworkers were in the living room of our apartment; there were about four or five of them. They were sprawled out on the couch and floor, talking, laughing, and having a good time. I was going back and forth between the kitchen and the living room, bringing the guys drinks and snacks. Every single one of them was in their work uniform. I knew that they were killing time before they had to be at work. I only had a half hour before I needed to be at work, and I really wanted them to leave. But I never asked them to go.
Themes: B