I had a dream

I had a dream last night where I applied to work at a sketchy dental clinic run in the parking garage underneith some mall.

The dentist, named Foster, was very polite, and was much more interested in talking to me than preforming the oral surgery he was in the middle of; to the point where his assistant had to remind him he was in the middle of something.

Sadly there were rules in place against hiring me, but I left my resume incase the rules change.