[Kitsa]

My dream last night sucked. I was working in the piano store again, but it was now somehow melded with my old ER jobs into some sort of piano sales/urgent care center. I was coming back to work there after 12 years and was pretty much just thrown in, no one explaining why forms were different. All of the dumb terminals where I was expected to get patient information now had TV screens that wouldn't toggle off cartoons when I was trying to pull up patient data.

A nurse I'd never particularly gotten along with came in with a bunch of foamboard and told me that I was supposed to make signs pointing to the lesson rooms. Well, ok, but at the same time here are all these sick people coming in I'm supposed to triage on my own. It was pissing me off, especially not being able to get the damn monitors to stop playing cartoons when I was trying to get shit done.

So in the middle of it all, this dog comes in. I look on its tag and see that its name is Cinnamon, and that it's from Omaha. It had somehow gotten all the way from Omaha to Ohio. At some point, I took the dog home so I could make a call to the owner, but my parents kept interfering and pointing out other things on the tags, like information on bug bites and some oddly preserved pack of pillbugs (aka roly polies, aka woodlice) hanging there. I'm like, just let me call the owner so he knows his dog is safe! I don't know if I ever got to call the owner.

Then I'm in a car, driven by one of my ex-bosses, whom I despised. Apparently the ex-boss is in on a meeting- turns out my town is owned by the Amish, who are planning to close it as a cost saving measure. They're just going to shut down the whole town, which means that everyone is out of a job and house and everything.

I was still trying to keep track of the dog when I woke up.