By June 2, 2010#Life

Spagmare – def: A nightmare about waiting tables at the Old Spaghetti Factory… usually involving getting overwhelmed with tables and falling behind your orders.

For the first time in years I had a spagmare.  Last night I dreamed I started waiting tables again and forgot how to do everything.  Of course this resulted in angry customers and no way to resolve it… kind of like when you can’t runaway in a dream.  I used to have these spagmares all the time (I worked there for 8 years), but they laid dormant for many years until it erupted last night.  I blame a combination of rain, the neighbor’s pool, 4am singing birds, a full bladder, and possibly Prince of Persia (which was pretty decent movie by the way).  All I can say is that I was glad to wake up.

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  • Peter says:

    Ah yes. I still have Camp Snoopy dreams. I suppose forgetting how to run a ride is similar to not knowing what kind of spaghetti someone asked for. I’ll be praying that your spirit will be cleaned of Prince of Persia by the time you get to Mexico.

    • Matt Reed says:

      The crazy thing is the detail of theses dreams too… I remember it was a table of 10 with 2 kids… the adults had wine from the bar and the kids ordered a coke and arnie palmer. so weird.

  • Asa says:

    Wow! I thought I was the only one who had dreams like that.

    I was a Burger King manager for 8 years. When I’m under an unusual stress burden, I have dreams that I’m running a woefully understaffed shift. Many times, my feet are in concrete, my legs are 1/2 their normal length, I’m wearing magnet shoes on a metal floor, etc.

  • Lon says:

    I have these dream often about olive garden and preschool!!!!!!

  • Jill says:

    Nannying and can’t find a kid -those are horrible dreams. Once, in junior high, I dreamed I was babysitting a baby at a basketball game and it fell through the gap in the bleachers (from the very top). I searched for the baby in the dark but couldn’t find it.

  • Phil says:

    Same resturaunt, but I would wake up at night thinking that I had left a table there…And they were waiting for me still.

    I blame the mizithra.

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