“This is the Cup of My Condiments!!!”

Date: 9/19/2020

What’s up, bitches I’m alive and back! 😂 Please excuse the back log of dreams. Background: this was when my friends and I worked at the same place (assisted living kitchen). 8/25/2018: The dream started with my friend [we’ll call him Brad] stealing a prison bus and crashing it into the dining room at work. The bus was entirely grey with a black sign on one side saying “my gas fuel tastes better than you” while my other friend [we’ll call her Alana] was sitting outside with two blue foxes watching the whole thing. The foxes were essentially giant furry costumes that somehow managed to pull off being rip-off Sonic copycats. One of the foxes was being extremely racist while the other one asked if I let my mom out of her carrier this morning. Brad climbed to the building’s roof and squirted two industrial ketchup containers into the air screaming “this is the cup of my condiments!!!!!” while laughing maniacally. Then one of the annoying residents “Ruby” came outside - somehow ignoring the entire episode - and asked for a ketchup sandwich with applesauce, so Alana gave her fried pickle skins instead. Then the racist fox climbed up to Brad and asked him on a date. Post-dream: my friends have abandoned me at the kitchen job and we’ve slowly grown apart since then, but my mental state has gotten better.