At first I was at an online photo album that had pics of women I know in waking life posing for amateur nudie shots. The only one that stands out was someone sitting in a blue bathtub, legs crossed and going towards the camera leaving the feet out of focus. Couldn't see tits because the knees were hiding the goods.

The primary thread in this dream was being late for work. Funny thing about being late for work in dreams is the fact that these dreams are less stressful than dreams about being late for school and not having one's schedule so one doesn't know what class they're being late for.

I woke up in a motel room with Spot. She wished me a "Happy Birthday" as I scooped her up and left the room. Outside was the front yard of my parents's home. Mom's blue Chevrolet Caprice was in the driveway. When I got in, I started it up with my Volkswagen's key much to my surprise. Got out again and saw that it wasn't my mom's car but my Jetta. Now I couldn't back up because dad was blocking my car. He was in his car with Jamie Lee Curtis.

Long story short, too late, I was on the finally on the road.

My first stop was a breakfast place where I could get a taylor ham sandwich with scrambled egg on a hard roll and I noticed it was 7:51 a.m.. Back in the car I resumed my commute and finally realized that Spot was with me. What the hell? So I turned around and headed towards Pikes Peak. The street not the mountain.

Pikes Peak was buried in snow and only one lane was clear. Men were shovelling the snow onto a huge pile in the opposite lane. Some of the workers motioned for me to drive over the pile of snow. Once I traversed that obstacle I parked and decided to walk around for a while.

Now I'm on Nevada going past a bar called The Underground. Next to it is a restaurant with a patio on the second floor. Sitting up there is one of the black girls from work. Not the one who has been mentioned a few times in prior entries but the new one who has been given the nickname of Tyra. The only reason why I dislike this woman is the fact that she is not polite. Yeah, pot, kettle, black. Fuck you.

So Tyra is at a table out on the patio but she doesn't wave to me. She yells down at me that she's not going to wave to me because I don't like black people. This has never, ever come up at work and I'm on good terms with the other black woman at work. Reckon it's a good idea to make up for lost time so I run up the stairs with outstretched arms but the hug is declined because she thinks I'm being sarcastic rather than genuine.

Downstairs inside the restaurant I find Dave Sim having a few drinks. Turns out that after all the batshit insane misogyny attributed to him, Dave decided to come out of the closet. He shaved off his eyebrows and became reallly twinkly. Now the clock says it's now 7:55 a.m. but it feels much later in the day. Now I'm wondering if I should just skip work rather than go in late. Anyway I decide being around him is really creepy and I'd rather miss an hour of work rather than a whole day.

As I got back into my car, my clock radio from waking life went off with a song featuring Tommy Dorsey and Frank Sinatra.