Yet another odd dream.
I thought I'd mention the dream I just had, just because.. it was oddly powerful.
It started in a room, a cantine I think. I was a child again, and the whole class was there.
We were all going to get ice-cream!
So under direction of the two teachers there, we queued up to the ice-cream machine. I was the second-to-last in line. Over by the ice-cream machine, a faceless man put these big, almost cartoonishly-huge tufts of ice in large versions of those little edible cookie cups before holding them under a different machine and adding cherry syrup for extra flavor. The man was pretty good at it, too, he did them two-at-a-time, so the line moved pretty quickly. The boy behind me kept copping feels of my backside, but I didn't care because I was gonna get ice-cream!
When it was my turn, the man quickly created the two large ice-creams, and poured the cherry syrup over the first of the two, placing it down on the counter. The boy behind me quickly snatched it and ran off to join the large group of classmates already laughing and making merry with their ice-cream.
But the man then just walked off, leaving my ice-cream syrup-less. I was too polite to interrupt the teacher's conversation, my daddy told me it was impolite, and I was sure the man'd be right back.
So I watched and watched as that huge tuft of ice-cream sat there on the counter, and slowly began collapsing, losing the battle with gravity. Eventually, it was just a mess.
And then the faceless man returned. I thrilled - surely he'd see I still needed my ice-cream!
...but he just cleaned up the mess that was once my stillborn ice-cream, wiped the countertop, and left again.
Then I realized they'd just forgotten all about me. That I, of all the children and teachers in the class, would never get my ice-cream.
Of course, now that I'm awake, I realize that if I'd only been less polite, if only I'd thrown a tantrum, screamed and wailed like a normal kid, then surely the teachers would've noticed my predicament..
I know that it was only a dream, and that the ice-cream of dreams doesn't actually taste like anything at all, but somehow I still feel rather sad that I never got my ephemeral dream-ice-cream.
It started in a room, a cantine I think. I was a child again, and the whole class was there.
We were all going to get ice-cream!
So under direction of the two teachers there, we queued up to the ice-cream machine. I was the second-to-last in line. Over by the ice-cream machine, a faceless man put these big, almost cartoonishly-huge tufts of ice in large versions of those little edible cookie cups before holding them under a different machine and adding cherry syrup for extra flavor. The man was pretty good at it, too, he did them two-at-a-time, so the line moved pretty quickly. The boy behind me kept copping feels of my backside, but I didn't care because I was gonna get ice-cream!
When it was my turn, the man quickly created the two large ice-creams, and poured the cherry syrup over the first of the two, placing it down on the counter. The boy behind me quickly snatched it and ran off to join the large group of classmates already laughing and making merry with their ice-cream.
But the man then just walked off, leaving my ice-cream syrup-less. I was too polite to interrupt the teacher's conversation, my daddy told me it was impolite, and I was sure the man'd be right back.
So I watched and watched as that huge tuft of ice-cream sat there on the counter, and slowly began collapsing, losing the battle with gravity. Eventually, it was just a mess.
And then the faceless man returned. I thrilled - surely he'd see I still needed my ice-cream!
...but he just cleaned up the mess that was once my stillborn ice-cream, wiped the countertop, and left again.
Then I realized they'd just forgotten all about me. That I, of all the children and teachers in the class, would never get my ice-cream.
Of course, now that I'm awake, I realize that if I'd only been less polite, if only I'd thrown a tantrum, screamed and wailed like a normal kid, then surely the teachers would've noticed my predicament..
I know that it was only a dream, and that the ice-cream of dreams doesn't actually taste like anything at all, but somehow I still feel rather sad that I never got my ephemeral dream-ice-cream.