Fell asleep watching Hell’s Kitchen last night.
Ended up dreaming that I was with Gordon Ramsay at a casino (which, oddly enough, was on Universal Studios Hollywood’s upper lot) trying to help improve it, but the main boss guy didn’t even want us to be there, much less make changes to a system that he thought was fine.
Gordon gave an employee who was on their last day a starter bet which the employee built up to $2,000 before cashing out. The boss was pissed. It ended up in a parking lot with the boss dude pelting me with tennis balls while Ramsay walked away in the other direction angry.
Not as bad as the normal nightmares, but that was a strange one.