Working at a fast food restaurant
So in the world of odd dreams. I somehow find myself in a fast food restaurant. It seemed to have a lot of strange foods. On the menu was mostly:
The girl working the til was a girl I recognise from volunteering at the shelters in Vancouver. I was like, "oh... you work here now?"
She told me that yeah... this was a temporary new job. I remarked the food looked rather delicious and I wanted to try stuff.
I reached into my wallet.. and noted enough for a french fry based/styled product made from Jellyfish and Fried Rice Noodles, a Chicken Burger, Fried Chicken and a Jellyfish Burger.
I make the order... and a girl sitting at a personal table behind me starts to smile. The tables here looked like elementary school desks. You know--the ones that had the seats attached to them. They were cheap science fiction plastic and in rather tacky colours. The girl smiles and flirts with me. I recognise her from having not met her yet. I do that in dreams, converse with people I have never met or talk with.... well no... usually I stab them and light them on fire.
Though I had food, and was happy here... delicious food.
The order is put up, and I produce the money for it... and notice I have more money than I thought.
I ask for a drink... it was made from soy bean kurd whipped, frozen and shaved mixed with fruit flavored syrup. With tapioca pearls crushed into the drink as it is put into the cup with the brand logo of the restaurant over it.
We smile and make more talk... and I have more money in my purse.
So I ask, "wait... so... the better people think of me, the more money I have here?"
I walk outside and bite into the food... somehow understanding the food is representative of sex. Waking up, like I just had a wet dream... but did not have sex... the sex was metaphorical.
Then I shake my head... and understand me having sex dreams has officially ended... that was a weird six months. I usually do not have those... usually I have dreams with metaphors for sex in them.
- Deep fried noodles
- Fried Chicken
- Chick Parts
- Fried Eel
- Chick Nuggets
- Steamed Rice Noodles
- Chicken Burgers
- Fried Jellyfish Burgers
- Jellyfish Nuggets
The girl working the til was a girl I recognise from volunteering at the shelters in Vancouver. I was like, "oh... you work here now?"
She told me that yeah... this was a temporary new job. I remarked the food looked rather delicious and I wanted to try stuff.
I reached into my wallet.. and noted enough for a french fry based/styled product made from Jellyfish and Fried Rice Noodles, a Chicken Burger, Fried Chicken and a Jellyfish Burger.
I make the order... and a girl sitting at a personal table behind me starts to smile. The tables here looked like elementary school desks. You know--the ones that had the seats attached to them. They were cheap science fiction plastic and in rather tacky colours. The girl smiles and flirts with me. I recognise her from having not met her yet. I do that in dreams, converse with people I have never met or talk with.... well no... usually I stab them and light them on fire.
Though I had food, and was happy here... delicious food.
The order is put up, and I produce the money for it... and notice I have more money than I thought.
I ask for a drink... it was made from soy bean kurd whipped, frozen and shaved mixed with fruit flavored syrup. With tapioca pearls crushed into the drink as it is put into the cup with the brand logo of the restaurant over it.
We smile and make more talk... and I have more money in my purse.
So I ask, "wait... so... the better people think of me, the more money I have here?"
I walk outside and bite into the food... somehow understanding the food is representative of sex. Waking up, like I just had a wet dream... but did not have sex... the sex was metaphorical.
Then I shake my head... and understand me having sex dreams has officially ended... that was a weird six months. I usually do not have those... usually I have dreams with metaphors for sex in them.