I had a dream last night, I was going to jail and you had to empty your pockets and put your money in a different slot that the rest of it. You then had to say your name and where you're from and I screwed it up and said Indiana, Valparaiso. Then I forgot to put my wallet in the slot with the other stuff and I opened it and it had a swiss army knife in it. I gave it to this official guy and he put it up on a shelf.

I went to the other part and saw a popcorn machine and some friends of mine I haven't seen in awhile. We shook hands and talked. It looked like a restaurant in there. Dark, booths. I said "What's everyone bitching about, it's pretty nice in here!" Flat screen TVs and and everything.

And then my alarm went off and I got ready for my job interview.

It went well, but she may not hire anyone until January. She said she would call other stores in the district to see if they needed someone.