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strange one

last night’s dream started out, i think, with kurt trying to buy a card (like a hallmark card�but not) and it was at some weird self-scanning station where you pay a machine instead of a person; anyhow, he scanned the card too many times because he didn’t understand how it worked. then i had to ask the store guy to refund his card but he said he couldn’t because the correspondence card was actually the product of a religious group which had set up shop inside of their store. so we had to walk outside and around to another door, not unlike a lot of knick-knack shops on bway at times square. we found the counter where these two jamaican guys were set up (i was reading about rastafari yesterday) and they said they couldn’t refund kurt’s money but would give us an instructional video in exchange for the extra charges.. basically, kurt’s mistake was turned into an organizational donation. so we left and found a restaurant where one of kurt’s coworkers was waitressing and the hostess was trying to get us seated in her section but she was too full so they had me deliver a glass of water to table 2. then i woke up.