Mental institutions and mashed potatoes

Date: 9/17/2017

I had applied for a job at this mental institution/nursing home place somewhere in Maryland or something. My family was not too thrilled about it, saying it was dangerous and not going to be the kind of work I would enjoy. I, for one, was incredibly desperate to get a job, plus I was actually warming up to the idea of working there, realizing that it would be a great way to help people. I found out that this friend of mine used to work there so I asked her about it and she said it was the worst thing ever. I was a bit discouraged but still felt I should take the job if they offered. While waiting to hear back, I got food at my college cafeteria (which I never go to irl). Once again I spent a bunch of dream time searching for GF options (when will the madness end...) I ended up finding a mashed potato bar and was so excited. I literally love mashed potatoes so much. Since most stuff in the place is stuff I couldn't eat, I filled a huge takeout box to the brim with potatoes and toppings, figuring that way I at least wouldn't starve. Then I found a salad bar where I did the same, and found I think French fries or something at another station, and then tacos. Eventually I had so much food I could hardly carry it, so I started stacking my takeout boxes in a giant plastic shopping bag. I was really excited to eat my mashed potatoes but I woke up before then.😪