Perchance to Dream

This is an open letter to whoever is in charge of my dreams.

Enough already.

So far this week, I've had both the "entering finals week at Cal and haven't attended a class all quarter" dream, and the "only waiter working at Chuck's Steak House, the restaurant is full, and the cook won't put the dinners up" dream.

About all that's left is the "working at McDonald's all by myself, three buses pull into the parking lot, and we're out of pickles" dream.