This is a dream I had back in the early 90’s. I was working in a warehouse called Faber Castell at the time. There was a coffee truck that would come to the warehouse every lunch time. One of my favorite things to get from the truck was something called a HONEY BUN.
HONEY BUN DREAM
My boss at Faber Castell orders me to go out into the parking lot to clean the cars of all the employees. Instead of car wax, I was rubbing the cars with the sugary glaze from a honey bun. I would hold the plastic wrapper of the honey bun inside out, so that the sugary glaze was on the outside of the wrap and smear it all over everyone’s car. I don’t know if I ate the honey buns first or just tossed them out and used the glazed wrapper. I was out in the parking lot the whole day, 8 hours, waxing the sugary honey bun glaze on the cars. At the end of the work day the employees were standing outside in the parking lot, waiting for me to finish glazing their cars so they could go home. My parents and my brother came to pick me up in our families’ car; and there I was rubbing honey bun glaze all over the other employees’ cars. My Dad leaned out the window of the car and said to me “We have to get some of that for our car.”
Then I woke up.
The End.
HONEY BUN DREAM
My boss at Faber Castell orders me to go out into the parking lot to clean the cars of all the employees. Instead of car wax, I was rubbing the cars with the sugary glaze from a honey bun. I would hold the plastic wrapper of the honey bun inside out, so that the sugary glaze was on the outside of the wrap and smear it all over everyone’s car. I don’t know if I ate the honey buns first or just tossed them out and used the glazed wrapper. I was out in the parking lot the whole day, 8 hours, waxing the sugary honey bun glaze on the cars. At the end of the work day the employees were standing outside in the parking lot, waiting for me to finish glazing their cars so they could go home. My parents and my brother came to pick me up in our families’ car; and there I was rubbing honey bun glaze all over the other employees’ cars. My Dad leaned out the window of the car and said to me “We have to get some of that for our car.”
Then I woke up.
The End.
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