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Oh waiter, there’s a face in my song
I had a strange dream last night that I was back in junior school, but at my current age and with a baby. They had driver’s ed classes in the morning, and we had this elaborate protocol to get keys for the car we were to drive. I went to the cabinet to get keys, but there were none there and I got yelled at. Since all the keys were gone, we didn’t have class that morning so they sent us to lunch, which was up the road at the high school. I was already driving (apparently illegally) and had my baby in the car with me. When I got to the high school, I couldn’t find any place to park. All the places I used to park when I was in high school were off limits now. My cell phone rang with a collect call from some girls who were befriending me because I had the baby. (In real life when we were in school they were utterly awful to me.) They told me they were there and waiting for me. I finally found a place to park and the girls came out to help me collect the baby, the stroller, the diaper bag, and the boppy so we could go in to lunch. Then it ended. Wonder what it meant.