Dream of a modern-day Sobek-owned bar?
Last night, I had (after finally sitting down and writing my thoughts on Sobek) a fairly strange dream. Usually, my dreams are full of rambling nonsense, when I actually remember them - for example, I once dreamt that Jesus was my foster brother and that we owned a pet blue-and-black rat that lived in a small plastic box. Go figure.
So in my dream, I'm walking along, in a mesh of two different local streets. Not long passes, and I see a man looking for a dog. I offer to help him, and soon we find the dog; however, something has happened to it (I think it had been run over?) and it can't move its legs whatsoever. So me and this man carry the dog up in the direction of his house, straight up the hill to our left.
On the way, I find out that this man is the owner of a cafe/restaurant/something similar. I'm apparently looking for a job, so I ask him if, as a favour repayed, I could get an interview, if they have any open spots. They don't, he says, but he knows a place that does, and they owe him a favour. The place (I think it was called the Crocodile Bar - I vaguely remember some sort of sign saying as much) is on our way to the man's house, so we stop (and, apparently, put the dog down) and go inside.
The bar/pub is only small - a dozen feet long and wide, let's say. And there are either four or five crocodiles (not babies, but not full-grown) or alligators walking around the customers as they drink, chat, etc. The man (dark haired and possibly dark eyed) takes me across the room to the bar owner/manager--who I only remember having weird eyes (either grey or yellow) and making me feel slightly unnerved to be near him.
The man melts into the background as I ask the manager if he has any jobs. He says that he does, and I describe that I want to be a waitress in his bar. After watching me for a few, uncomfortable moments, he agrees, and says that I can start on the Xth (can't remember - fourth, fifth?) day of the tenth crocodile month - which happens to be tomorrow (boxing day--in the dream, it was already christmas day at this point). I'm slightly worried as I have plans for tomorrow (which I actually do), and the fear over not being able to fulfill the plans, and thus let my friend down (who I had not, and have not, seen since the break for the christmas holidays last Thursday) apparently consumes me until I get outside - all I remember of my journey back out of the bar is one of the crocodiles staring at me.
Outside, me and the man (having apparently returned) must pick the dog back up or something, as the next thing I know all three of us are at the top of the hill and at his house. He lets us in and we take his injured dog in, and I see his two other dogs (I know one was a dalmation - can't remember the other dog's breed - and the injured dog was a ginger-and-white staffordshire bull terrier or a pitbull terrier) sat on his couch, watching the TV like humans.
At that point, I wake up, feeling fairly odd - and bemused. Merry Christmas, I guess. ;)
So in my dream, I'm walking along, in a mesh of two different local streets. Not long passes, and I see a man looking for a dog. I offer to help him, and soon we find the dog; however, something has happened to it (I think it had been run over?) and it can't move its legs whatsoever. So me and this man carry the dog up in the direction of his house, straight up the hill to our left.
On the way, I find out that this man is the owner of a cafe/restaurant/something similar. I'm apparently looking for a job, so I ask him if, as a favour repayed, I could get an interview, if they have any open spots. They don't, he says, but he knows a place that does, and they owe him a favour. The place (I think it was called the Crocodile Bar - I vaguely remember some sort of sign saying as much) is on our way to the man's house, so we stop (and, apparently, put the dog down) and go inside.
The bar/pub is only small - a dozen feet long and wide, let's say. And there are either four or five crocodiles (not babies, but not full-grown) or alligators walking around the customers as they drink, chat, etc. The man (dark haired and possibly dark eyed) takes me across the room to the bar owner/manager--who I only remember having weird eyes (either grey or yellow) and making me feel slightly unnerved to be near him.
The man melts into the background as I ask the manager if he has any jobs. He says that he does, and I describe that I want to be a waitress in his bar. After watching me for a few, uncomfortable moments, he agrees, and says that I can start on the Xth (can't remember - fourth, fifth?) day of the tenth crocodile month - which happens to be tomorrow (boxing day--in the dream, it was already christmas day at this point). I'm slightly worried as I have plans for tomorrow (which I actually do), and the fear over not being able to fulfill the plans, and thus let my friend down (who I had not, and have not, seen since the break for the christmas holidays last Thursday) apparently consumes me until I get outside - all I remember of my journey back out of the bar is one of the crocodiles staring at me.
Outside, me and the man (having apparently returned) must pick the dog back up or something, as the next thing I know all three of us are at the top of the hill and at his house. He lets us in and we take his injured dog in, and I see his two other dogs (I know one was a dalmation - can't remember the other dog's breed - and the injured dog was a ginger-and-white staffordshire bull terrier or a pitbull terrier) sat on his couch, watching the TV like humans.
At that point, I wake up, feeling fairly odd - and bemused. Merry Christmas, I guess. ;)