Soo... I had a dream last night.
I was working and I danced for like three songs to some old fart and the next thing I know, I'm off somewhere else in the club and I notice my stack was too low. I can't remember if he paid me.
Much of the remainder of that dream was me wondering how could I let myself not get paid?!
Then the other dancers found out and started ridiculing me. I couldn't find a way to hide from it.
Then I woke up and felt so relieved because I would NEVER really forget to collect.
I love and hate how dreams leave holes in the story and focus on certain things, people or events. So strange!