A dream about Walmart

I dreamed this several days ago and I still remember it, probably because I've told it at work numerous times.

I dreamed I was at Walmart, checking out a customer. I was scanning a ham and trying to scan the serial number, but somehow I accidentally scanned the serial number on some pictures from the photo lab instead. I got the order all mixed up and finally just decided to abort the whole transaction and start over. I waited and waited for Sandy, who was the other CSM, to approve it. I waited about ten minutes, and the customer was getting quite upset. I kept paging on the walkie, "Sandy, can you please override me?" but Sandy wouldn't answer. Finally I paged management and told them that the CSM wouldn't override me. Rosie answered and said, "Why don't you call out to Garden Center and see if they have an extra handheld?"

I decided that instead of calling out there, I'd just go out there since I wasn't that far away. So I left my customer and ran out to Garden Center, and there was Sandy, standing right there with a handheld on her wrist! "Sandy!" I said. "Why didn't you override me?" Sandy looked down at her wrist and said, "Oh, my handheld went down."

(If you know Sandy, this dream is a lot funnier and makes a lot more sense.)

A dream about 4-H judging

I dreamed we went to 4-H judging. It was in a place called Soccer, Indiana, and it was at the top of a huge hill. We found that in the town on Soccer there was actually a small business that manufactured soccer balls, which we found delightfully ironic.

Abby and Joy both had projects in this judging: Fashion Revue, and Gymnastics. I bought them each some fudge pops on the way, and both of them wiped their chocolatey hands all over their outfits. I was mortified. Gymnastics was kind of a spur-of-the moment, last minute project that Abby wanted to do, even though she doesn't know how to do gymnastics and never has. So she just improvised and twirled around the floor.

When the judge went to announce the winners, she had trouble being heard over the crowd, so I took pity on her and gave her a megaphone. Apparently, this small-town judge had never heard of a megaphone and didn't know how to use it. She put it on her head like a hat and tried to speak upwards through the hole in the top. I suggested to her that she take it off of her head and speak through the little hole and that it would make her louder. She asked me how I knew that, and I told her it was because I went to college.

It was really scary going home because of the long hill, but we finally made it.