Argh!
I guess yesterday's ice-cream had an effect on my dreams this night. I had the same dream again, but.. this time it was a little different.
It was about the same up to the point that it was my turn. When my turn came, the faceless man suddenly changed his pattern, grabbing a cardboard beaker, squirting in a large amount of ice-cream, adding sauce and cookies, and mixing it up with a machine he didn't have before.
It was my ice-cream from yesterday, I'm pretty sure of it. It seemed even bigger in my dream, too. When he put it on the counter, I quickly snatched it and ran off a short distance to join the others.
..but something made me turn. Behind me was the boy from last time. His chin was quivering, he was trying very hard not to cry. In his hands, he held one of those edible cookie cups everyone had, but his had no ice, just a tiny puddle of white goo. For some reason, I knew that it was the very dregs at the bottom of whatever tank is in one of those ice-cream machines. I realized that, in making me that extra-luxury beaker of ice, the faceless man had used up the remaining ice in the machine.
The boy burst into tears, but no-one but me noticed it.
I woke up feeling guilty.
It was about the same up to the point that it was my turn. When my turn came, the faceless man suddenly changed his pattern, grabbing a cardboard beaker, squirting in a large amount of ice-cream, adding sauce and cookies, and mixing it up with a machine he didn't have before.
It was my ice-cream from yesterday, I'm pretty sure of it. It seemed even bigger in my dream, too. When he put it on the counter, I quickly snatched it and ran off a short distance to join the others.
..but something made me turn. Behind me was the boy from last time. His chin was quivering, he was trying very hard not to cry. In his hands, he held one of those edible cookie cups everyone had, but his had no ice, just a tiny puddle of white goo. For some reason, I knew that it was the very dregs at the bottom of whatever tank is in one of those ice-cream machines. I realized that, in making me that extra-luxury beaker of ice, the faceless man had used up the remaining ice in the machine.
The boy burst into tears, but no-one but me noticed it.
I woke up feeling guilty.