The Belt

I had some weird dreams again. 
In this dream, I was downtown and had to walk home,
which I didn't mind.

I had a thought to stop by Zellers,
which isn't around anymore...
To get some candy for the walk home.

For whatever reason I bought a pair of pants
that were too big for me.
I needed a belt.

Somehow,  I got recruited
as a corrections officer.
The head instructor guy
noticed I needed a belt
so he took me back to Zellers to get one.
He said he would pay for it.

He kept going to the head of the line.
The cashiers were getting mad at him,
the people in line were getting mad at him.
He said he was a corrections instructor
and then they took him right away
as though it warranted cutting to the front of the line.

He was telling me he had things lined up for me.
Someone to date, among other things.
And the new recruits were all drinking
except for me because I don't drink anymore.

And for whatever reason, we all were eating our dinner
off of trays and we had to eat our dinner
in washroom stalls. 

It was another weird dream I had.

I woke up when a small guy in our program
was drinking to people he knew who passed away.
Having a drink for each of them.
They were pouring drinks from a hose.
He kept drinking to people.
It seems he knew many who had passed away.
"This one's for (name)" and he just kept drinking.

Then I woke up.