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As I finished working my double shift, I was invited to a friend's home for a Memorial Day Cookout. I felt deserving of some time to kick back and actually visit with persons in my age group and I agreed to join them. My plan was initially to stay for a beer and maybe a little food and then after an hour / hour and a half tops, head back home to sleep. Halfway into my first beer (yes, I did stay longer than orignally planned) two women from up the street appeared, and then the small get-together started to look like a party. A phone call was made, another couple showed up. A husband of one of the two women soon joined us, with two more kids. I ate alot of food, visited and felt relaxed for a change. It was good fun, the type holidays are supposed to bring to mind.

The other thing I learned is, working a doubleshift, then drinking beer and eating a LOT of heavy food... causes cryptic dreams that one can only remember in fragments. In one, I was sitting in a room of a friend from high school (at his parent's home as it was then). We had all just been out in the neighborhood, and my friend and his other buddies (I did not know them) had killed a guy. They were sitting around getting their story straight and had threatened to kill me if I ratted them out.

In the other, I was cooking chicken seasoned with coffee grounds.

Labels: Dreams, food, idiots, people

pero @ 1:57 PM | œ | 0 comments

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Monday, June 02, 2003

The cycle of falling asleep quickly but waking up often after fragmented and strange dreams continues. I really don't think there is anything worth analyzing here, but I woke up amused at how stupid this really is.

I was walking down the highway in what I guess was a bad area in some city that I had never been in before. There were three other people with me. We decided our best bet would be to take the bus, so we ran across an 8-10 lane highway (or freeway) and stood in LINE at the bus stop. It was very late at night so I have no idea why there were so many people running around.

A sign outisde the bus read : ONE WAY ride only. Fare per person $2.02. NO REFUNDS. I stepped on the bus realized I had no cash, but this bus accepted payment in food, cash or credit card. I reached for my wallet but it was gone. I realized I that lost it somewhere in the weird city, and started to panic. Someone behind me yelled at me to HURRY THE HELL UP and stop holding up the line.

All I had on me was a BLT sandwich, cut in half diagonally (toasted). I quicky calculated that this sandwich cost me $5.75 at Denny's so I shoved half of the sandwich into the fare-box. It looked like a regular bus fare-box so this made a mess. Mayonnaise smeared everywhere and the driver looked at me in shock and revulsion. Then the display on the fare-box lit up and made a sound (DING!) - PAID - Thank You.

I apologized, telling him that I wished I had money but I lost my wallet somewhere and I proceded to board the bus. Inside it was filthy and designed like a 50's style diner -- it had booths and tables instead of regular bench seating. There was one empty booth in a corner so I sat at that one. My friends were still in line waiting to pay.

I was starving so I took the remaining half of my BLT out and considered eating it. The mayonnaise was oozing out everywhere, and I really didn't know if I wanted to eat it. I hate mayonnaise. It had been sitting out for a while and the mayonnaise had turned jelly-ish and crusty.

An old man slid into the booth and looked at me and pointed his dirty finger at my sandwich, close enough that his finger was less than two inches away from it. "That isn't that chicken mayonnaise is it? I ate it once but I don't like it much... No, me, I like the regular kind."

I looked at this man, wondering where in the hell he tried chicken maynnaise. I wondered if maybe he was talking about dijon mustard. I decided to just talk to him like he was normal, since all I wanted is to get home without being robbed. "Nah, I think it's just regular mayonnaise. It's not a chicken sandwich it's bacon, so I don't know why someone would use chicken mayonnaise on it."
As stupid as that sounds when you read it, it sounded normal when I said it in the dream.

"I used to eat bacon. I don't eat it any more." said a different voice. I looked up and another man was sitting in the booth behind me. He had twisted himself around in such a way that he could see us and talk to us.

"Is that right?" I asked him. I was sort of curious to find out what these people would say next. They all seemed so weird.

"Ah-Yup." he said. "They changed the way it looked to fit the new design. It confused me so I don't eat it anymore." Then he turned around and started talking to one of my friends, who had been seated at the booth with him.

Then I woke up. I can't fall back asleep, I tried for about half an hour. I wanted to document that dream in the event that I run into someone talking about chicken mayonnaise or re-designed bacon. I hope I can remember to ask them what in the hell they are talking about.

I don't think it is MUCH of a dream, I am not sure what the point was or where it was going.

Labels: Dreams, food

pero @ 11:25 AM | œ | 0 comments

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