Dream from 1/2/2009

I was working in a terrible hippy store for my 7th grade English teacher (who actually married my DARE officer and got him to quit the force, for rel). It was an eatery, with all kinds of stupid hippy shit that sucked. It was on the main street of some small town in Maine. There was some kind of sketchy shit going on there. I left for the day and went home, which was actually my dad’s house. There was a knock at the door, so I answered it. A car had driven onto the porch. Inside it was two very sketchy looking youths, buckled with racing seatbelts, the kind that go over both shoulders. After they left, I went back to work, and I was an hour and a half late due to my family arriving unexpectedly. I was given a hard time, but I went back to work.