So I am working in a casino. I feel like I’m in my 20’s. I have a car. I’m setting up lockable compartments for guests to store their valuables.

Camilla is coming back from a drop-off and she’s in my car. She’s arguing with me about who’s car it is. She has the same model and color. She’s wrong, it’s my car and she was in an accident with someone who didn’t have insurance. She drove it without my keys?!?

Angry, I go inside the banquette room to get some breakfast and perhaps earns some tips. The tables keep getting taken up with large groups, it some kind of holiday. I finally get a seat in the middle of this family. This granny hands me a bowl of oatmeal like grains and tells me to keep the chick warm. Not sure what she means, I stir around the grains and find a featherless baby owl. It’s way larger than the bowl and climbs out to rest on my chest. It bumps it’s beak to my nose and makes the little boy it belongs to cry because it likes me more than him. Now I need to figure out what to do with this owl.