I was starting work in a grocery store. I dunno which one but they had blue uniforms. it was like my first or second day and I hadn't been formally trained on the registers. but it's not like I don't know how to operate them or ring up groceries. there were a lot of customers in line and I was supposed to take over the cash only line, #7. this register was the only that was closed.

the supervisor was counting my drawer but kept having to put it aside and start over in order to help customers. customers were mad that the line wasn't open, and moreover, at this store the way the little numbers were, it was not obvious which line matches what number. is this #6, which is lit, or #7?

a clerk came up and rang a couple customers up (the drawer in there was his). I went to the supervisor and said what can I do, can I log into that register with the drawer that is there. she said absolutely not. I decided I would go help bag for the other cashiers. however they were pretty efficient about bagging stuff as they rang, so I wasn't much use.

it's the end of the day, and I am sitting quietly in my living room, contemplating that I wanted to record my dream from this morning. I remembered that there was some thing that was a mixture of the video game I was playing and work...

then I remember. there was a race, a relay race, that was along a road on the side of a hill. the course went uphill. Raphael was running in this race but really the person imaged in the dream was like my college friend Doug (which is actually more fitting 'cuz Raphael is sort of short, and Doug is lanky like a track person).

there was a team for the sparc and a team for the x86, and the race allowed a shortcut if sendmail was set up properly for each platform. I thought about it, and realized that we had what was needed to allow the shortcut for the x86 team, but nobody had told the judges. I realized I could take care of that but I had to do it before the baton was passed to the last person in the relay; the shortcut branched off from the race course shortly thereafter.

I was visiting my freinds at a college. I must have been in my late-20's. in this dream, my friends were Kia, Meriko, Maria, and these two other women whose names escape me. they lived in this big house, with Maria's dad. they were all also in their late 20's.

I guess the dream was a sequence of vignettes that occurred with this visit. I can't remember the proper order. I think this is it.

in one vignette, Maria couldn't wake up her dad, so mixed some vile drink based on a screwdriver in a glass saladbowl, drank some of it herself, and then dunked her dad's head in it.

I was crashing in either Kia's or Meriko's bed. not sure which, didn't make a difference to the dream itself. I woke up and went through this long thought process - you know, the "I'm not home, where am I" process. I realized I was in this day bed, that had handles in the side like a mobile hospital bed, and part of the thought process was remembering, oh this is all the rage here, I hate these beds becuase you always end up with the bar pressing into the small of your back. ow.