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I dreamed I was getting married.  We were in a city ike New York, staying n a high rise apartment.  That morning was hectic, my hair in rollers and I was in a tshirt, jeans and a big white robe.

Someone sent over a regionally renown chef to make us a wedding brunch.  She came in with haphazard bags, a dog, and a cat.  She dimped everything in the galley kitchen, including the animals, and settled into the living room to conduct an interview.  The cat and dog had unsupervised run of the kitchen.

After taking all this in I get notification that a tour group was en route to the apartment - apparently they had booked a brunch with this chef, at this loction, at the same time as our brunch.  I am livid and truly confused.  I take my friend and we go down the street to meet the group.  After they confirm their reservation I graciously lead them up to the apartment, past the interview and straight into the kitchen with the dog and the cat.

They cancel their reservation.

Back on the street I help them book a new reservation at a restaurant down the street.  They are so grateful to me that they crowdfund $2000 and Cashapp it to me immediately.  I try to decline but they insist, then go off to enjoy their brunch.

Back in the apartment more people have come in and left various luggage and things all over.  As we pick our way through I come across a bag full of white envelopes.  There is money overflowing it, and the envelopes all have my name written in cursive.  I am floored.  I am overjoyed.  I start to cry and just chant "thank you, thank you" over and over.

Alone

 I dreamed I went home to MS to visit family.  On the day I was to return to AL I woke up just in time to see my mom (currently deceased) and my cousin climb into a vehicle and drive off, presumably to go to Mom's cancer appointment.  They didn't even say goodbye.

I felt sad, but this wasn't entirely unexpected.  I go to pack my things in the truck I was driving home and realized it was one that had been lent to me.  I decided I wanted to "strike out on my own" so I was going to find my own way back, without the truck.  As I am unpacking it a construction crew comes rumbling down our little country road fixing power lines.  One of the trucks runs directly into our yard and drops a utility pole across the truck while also pushing the truck into the side of the house. 

I was freaked out, devastated, confused, and in hysterics.  How was I going to explain this to my mom and my cousin?  Who would believe me, as the construction crew now rumbled on down the road?  

I went back into the house and Big DeeDee from Half & Half (my favorite show), is in the kitchen staring at the stove.  She is wearing silk pajamas and, though she doesn't really cook she is making herself breakfast.  I tell her what happened but she shrugs it off, saying "I'm too rich to care".  But she does sit down with me as I break down and cry.  Tears dry pretty quickly, though, and we watch a game show.

At 11:05am I suddenly jump up - I remember I was supposed to be at work at 8am!  I haven't even logged in to let my team know I would have to work remote, and now all my jobs are late.  I fumble with my phone, trying to send a hangout to the team, but the battery is nearly dead and I can hardly see the screen to type.  I go into hysterics again, Big DeeDee patting my back and yawning sympathetically, as I wail "I can't do this anymore!"

And then I wake up with a headache.