I keep having recurring dreams about the first job I had in a cafe and the ghetto apartments where my family first settled when we arrived in America in the early 1990s. I have been trying to interpret my dreams, and I found them to be this way: fear of failure, fear of not going anywhere in life. The fear that I will be stuck in one place my entire life. This fear caused my subconscious to interpret them as me reliving in the old apartment and working old job. My dreams of the old apartment in Merced where my family used to live and the first job I had in a cafe in Sacramento are my nightmares. During the dreams, I didn't want to be there.
My first job in the Bingo cafe - I would dream that I went back to work in the cafe. My hours are still the same from 4pm to 10pm. I would still be doing the same thing: running the cash register and serving the customers, and occasionally cooking for them. So to conquer my fear being back there for the rest of my life, I went back to visit. When I got there, I asked if the same people were still there. No, they weren't there anymore. It's been 17 years since I left the job. The people who work there are all new. Thank god, the old owner, manager, and main cook are gone. Now, there is a new cook and owner I don't even recognized or whose names I never heard of. So while I was there, I bought myself some French fries and onions rings and took some photos of the place (see photos).
My first job in the Bingo cafe - I would dream that I went back to work in the cafe. My hours are still the same from 4pm to 10pm. I would still be doing the same thing: running the cash register and serving the customers, and occasionally cooking for them. So to conquer my fear being back there for the rest of my life, I went back to visit. When I got there, I asked if the same people were still there. No, they weren't there anymore. It's been 17 years since I left the job. The people who work there are all new. Thank god, the old owner, manager, and main cook are gone. Now, there is a new cook and owner I don't even recognized or whose names I never heard of. So while I was there, I bought myself some French fries and onions rings and took some photos of the place (see photos).