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Showing posts with label food. Show all posts
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Thursday, May 18, 2017

In & Out

Dream 5/18/2017



A couple of my friends and I sneak into a club for boys and girls in downtown Louisville. The club is the boy scouts except it is co-ed. We climb the gates and blend in with the other boys and girls. It is dinner time at the club so we step into the food line. As we get closer to the food, I notice that each club member is handing over an envelope to the cook. I suppose that is some kind of identification to verify they are true club members. The other two guys and I step out of line and walk into the main part of the building. One of my friends has to go to the bathroom. He sneaks upstairs and finds one. Both friends stay upstairs for an extraordinary amount of time.

I decide I am going to leave this place before I actually get caught. I go back to the gate that we climbed earlier and now there is barbed wire lining the top of it. From what I can tell, there is no way out. I grab a blanket and lie down on the floor where all the other club members are lying, watching a movie. My friends still have not returned from upstairs. I make the decision in my head that I will leave this place, one way or another, at 2:00 AM when everybody is asleep.

The TV in which the club members are watching breaks so they bring in another one. They put this TV on the other side of the room so their gazes are looking away from the gate. Since my friends haven't returned, I make the decision that it is time to leave. I find a way through the gate instead of over it. A CCTV camera has captured me leaving but I don't care.

Later, I come to find out that my two friends have sold me out. They took money in exchange for me. They were going to hand me over to the club authorities. Lucky I got out in time. Dream ends.

 I wake up.

Saturday, April 1, 2017

IN & OUT of the Closet

Dream 4/1/2017



My mom and I stop at a fast food burger joint. We order our food from our van. Before the cashier brings our food to us, she asks us to sing a song. My mom doesn't hear her. I start talking exaggeratedly loud, "what mom, you say we should go to another restaurant?" The cashier says she will bring our food out momentarily.

Later that day, my mom and I are at the grocery store when I run into an old friend from middle school. My mom walks and talks with his mom and I talk with my friend. He doesn't talk much. I tell him how I like to write. He doesn't respond much to anything I say.

Later when my mom and me are driving home, she asks me what my thoughts were. I have no idea what she is talking about. She tells me that my friend is gay. I say that I did not know that. Dream ends.

I wake up.

Thursday, March 23, 2017

Accident

Dream 3/23/2017


   
     My class decides to put on a Thanksgiving dinner. All of the classmates and their parents gather to eat. After finishing up, we go to an amusement park. I get in a ride I think called the Cobra. As the ride twists and turns, the bolts in my seat come loose and I am throwing fifty feet away into a lake. Many of my classmates jump in to save me. I am unharmed. When they pull me back to land, I am speaking another language. Dream ends.

I wake up.

Wednesday, February 15, 2017

Swell Timing

A Dream from My Past




I'm walking through a large, empty mall with my mom. We sit down at the food court and talk. We decide to leave the mall. We walk and walk and walk and walk. When we get to the entrance, she remembers that we parked at the other entrance. I decide to wait while she gets the car.

I'm walking up a snowy trail in Middletown, Indiana. There is a house on my left but I don't know who lives there. I keep walking. I think about the movie Schindler's List.

I browse the shelves at a local, used bookstore hoping to find an interesting read. I pull one from the shelf. It's King Kong. I loved the movies but never knew there was a book. I buy it.

I'm in the basement of a youth pastors house. I'd say about forty teenagers are here listening to the pastor speak. Another kid insults me. I decide to leave. As I'm walking up the stairs, the whole group of teenagers erupt into a brawl. Swell timing. Dream ends.

I WAKE UP

Saturday, February 4, 2017

Pillow Fight

Dream 2/4/17



     After a high school basketball game, I decide to follow the team to a fast food restaurant. When we finish eating, the coaches stand up and announce that it's time to load up the buses. "Only the sports team members stand up and head toward the bus," they say. 97% of the restaurant stands up. Only two others and I am left alone. Once again I am left out of the action of the moment. Story of my life. Anyway, eventually I walk out to the parking lot. On the way to my Jeep, I see a pillow that I own lying on the ground. I walk over and pick it up. Right then, my neighbor Joe walks over to me and confronts me about taking his pillow. "uh.. no, this is my pillow," I say back to him. "no man, I had that pillow like ten years ago," Joe responds. I tell him that I had it most recently, I use it for dialysis every other day. Eventually we go our separate ways, me taking my pillow with me. Dream ends.

I wake up

Saturday, May 7, 2016

Rotton

Dream 5/7/2016




My friend Garrek comes over to play some video games.

We settle in to play some virtual reality games, the kind where you can't tell the difference between reality and the game world. Before we play, I run to the kitchen to get us some food. I look in the trash can and see a bag of tortillas, lettuce, tomatoes, sour cream etc. I pull it out of the trash and make us some plates. I eat all of my food but Garrek tells me that his tortilla doesn't taste right.

We continue with out gaming. We play a game where we fight zombies in a park at night. The game feels so realistic that Garrek has to quit.

My mom and Garrek's wife come into the room. I ask my mom why the tortillas were in the trash. She tells me they've been in the refrigerator for a long time and they've gone bad. Dream ends.

I wake up

Thursday, February 13, 2014

War Is Hell

Dream 2-13-14 




We're in another country. Possibly France. I think it is World War II.

My company and I are cautiously sneaking through an empty European village. It's downcast and raining. We're in the top floor of a second story building. I think I hear the enemy creeping around on the outside balcony. I ask a fellow soldier to hand me his 9mm. I load a fresh magazine. I'm hoping the girls in the company are impressed with my gun skills. I peek out the door. I see a German. I shoot! I miss. I shoot again! I miss again. This gun isn't working for me. I take a shotgun from the girl behind me. I pump. I peek around the corner. The enemy is in my sights. I shoot. Target terminated. 

Our company moves on. Now in another building, we split up. My group of men wait on the second floor of this building while the other group completes their mission. We're here in case they need backup. by myself, I walk down the stairs. I find a kitchen. It isn't my kitchen but since the town is empty I feel that I can take what I want. I take some food and bring it back to my group of men.

I look out the second story window across the small village. I see the rest of our company running back to the rendezvous point. I jump from the second story window to the wet ground below. I begin to catch up to my company taking out the enemy as I go. Dream ends.

I wake up.

Hotel

Dream 12-20-13


I'm in a hotel.

 I don't know which floor I am on, but I know it's not the first floor. At one end of the hallway, down on the right, is my home. That is also where my mom lives. At the other end of the hall is a food court, on both sides. Lining the left side of the hallway wall, on the other side of my house, are four restaurants that have gone out of business. One of the four restaurants is actually a bar that my friend Joel once performed in. Joel is a musician. He is also visiting today.

Joel and I walk down to my house so he can see my mom. While we are there, I tell him that he once played in the bar down the hall. He becomes very quiet and gets emotional. I walk with him down to the bar. We stand in the doorway and reminisce. In a flash, Joel walks out of the bar and goes to one of the buffets in the the food court.

Joel meets the man who owns the bar. The owner gives us the dime tour of his bar. He shows us all the bands and artists pictures on the wall. I remember seeing Gene Simmons from KISS. He mentions that he printed all of these posters out of his computer which is a very old model that would never have the ability to do such a thing. I don't know if he is kidding or not.
Joel and I and a few other friends who just appeared walk back down to the food court. We stand in line to the buffet. Joel mentions that this man in a few minutes is going to turn on the music and that he is going to dance. One by one each of us says aloud, "I'm gonna dance too." In the line to the buffet, one of the cooks asks, "what can I get for you." I respond, "just a roll please." she says in a rude manner, "this is a buffet, you can't just get a roll." I'm a little setback. I answer, "damn.. okay then." She starts to put a bunch of food on my plate. Across the room are friends that I hung out with years before. They are drenched with water. I don't say anything to them. They walk away.
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Things change quite rapidly. Almost like a different story. The man in charge (whoever that is) tells one of us to kill the other (I'm not included in this mess). So, three of us step into an elevator that is in the bar, and place a plastic clothes bin on our head. Suddenly we are not in the elevator but rather in the shallow waters of the ocean on a beach. One of my friends says to the other, "you need to drown, that's what the man told me to do." We eventually come to the conclusion that no one is going to die today. We throw off the plastic clothes bin and look around. We know the man in charge is on the beach making sure the job gets done, however, he isn't on this part of the sand, so we run. My friends find a van and get in it, however, some things in this story change.
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My friends drive away, but we are no longer on a beach, we are in a hallway with wooden floors. I am a normal sized person and my friends are itty bitty. They are driving a hot wheels car. We have miles of hallway to go before we get back to the hotel lobby. Spread across every hallway floor are toys, mostly other hot wheel cars but also other toys. My friends keep driving. I run behind them. Someone mentions that the man in charge and his goons are behind us in his own car. He isn't in sight, I just hope we can keep the speed and never see him. I close doors as we go, so to slow the bad man down. We come to a bathroom and the car stops. "Look at that," someone says. Behind the toilet is a giant black spider. I get my friends out of the van they are in and rush down the hall to find another hot wheels car. I find one that opens from the top. It looks like a fast car. They get in. They start to drive. It is a fast car, so fast that I can't even keep up. They drive out of sight. All I can hear is the buzz of the little engine in the distance. Dream ends.

I wake up.