I had so many mini dreams last night. I want to try to remember them all.
Popcorn and Ashes
I am sort of semi aware I am dreaming, but forget what to do about it. I just wander around exploring the dreamscape while trying to ignore the singing birds outside (my real waking life window).
I seem to be in a semi deserted city. It’s a grey sort of day, but not miserable. I see some people and I try to approach them to talk, but most of them would turn their heads to look at me, and then quickly turn away and walk faster away. I wondered why they acted frightened.
I am then walking along a street, there are no cars so I walk right in the middle, and I have sort of given up trying to talk to the people here but then I noticed that I had walked past a food vendor at a cart. I think, at last here is someone who can’t just walk away from me, and I was feeling a little hungry.
I approach the cart but I feel a little leery. There are two fellows there by the cart. I guess the owner and then maybe a friend of his. The bigger one is wearing an dingy apron so I guess he must be the cart’s owner, and I approach to see what it is they’re selling. It seems to be pop corn, but it’s not normal. It’s like giant popcorn, the size of a peach each. The big man grins at me as I approach. His teeth look awful, and his smaller rangy friend chuckles. I ask if I can try some of the pop corn, but that I have no money.
The big man says that I could which surprised me. He looked like the sort who wouldn’t give anything away. Then he opens the cart and pulls out a sort of basket. The large white pieces of pop corn are in it, but then he separates that basket from another and below it is all this grey and black stuff, which at first I do not recognize, but then I see that they’re ashes. The large man digs his fingers though the greasy ashes while lowly chuckling, and I realize then that he intends to give me some of the burned up garbage that was below the pop corn.
I tell him to forget about it, and then he puts it away. It’s only then that I notice he’s missing his right arm right below the elbow, and what’s more it looks like it was only recently just torn right off, it was still scabby and red. I stop looking not wanting him to feel self conscious about it, even though he was being an ass hole.
I forget the exchange but it seems like he wants to pick a fight with me, but I calmly tell him it’s no use, because I will be disappearing soon. He seems confused about this, and then I tell him it’s because I am not really here, even though I would really like to stay, but I would be waking up soon, and then I wouldn’t be there. He seems to understand, and it’s like this weird amicable agreement that it’s not a good time to start a fight.
I walk away but amazingly I still stay in the dream long enough for another part of the same dream
So I wander around the streets and buildings some more and find a set of cement stairs and I go down them following someone wearing a thick black coat. Like many of the others in this strange place they see me and then hurry away as if they were trying not to look like they were running away.
I stop at the bottom of the stairs and look out what appears to be a field with white chalk lines all over it. I reminds me of a foot ball field prepped for a game, but the grid is all wrong for football. I don’t really recognize what sort of game it should be, but it’s complicate with lots of little spaces squared off.
All of the sudden there are all these people spilling into the field. They’re not wearing uniforms like a sports team would wear, but there do seem to be groups of people dressed similarly. But they were suits and ties and that sort of thing, and I watch as they all go into the squares on the field.
For a second I turn to ask someone what this is all about and when I turn my head again all the people are gone, and instead of white squares on grass it’s all long white tables full of plates of sushi. It’s like all the people turned into differing kinds of sushi,and some just like whole roasted fish.
I walk half way into the “field” and pick up a silvery roasted fish and begin to eat it. I also pick out one other fish plate, and eat it too. I wonder if I was actually allowed to do this, but no one tried to stop me.
I will finish writing the other two dreams later.