Last night I dreamt I was a waitress and flung a fancy, Christmas tree-shaped cheese platter on the floor and started to cry. As tears streamed down my face and I frantically apologized to the patrons, the tables and all accessory items in the restaurant started to melt and I was overwhelmed with how much I would have to pay in damages out of my salary.
This does not bode well.
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