Places; cheesy bowl (dream)
Snipped out of IM conversation, describing a dream I had last night.
I am concerned. My dreams seem to have... geography. -- Ever had a dream that involved a certain place... and then later had a different dream and that place is in it, too? I expect it to be thorough... in singular dreams.
It was a little creepy for the same bar/dive/restaurant to show up in different dreams. And it's always... in the same place. You always get there the same way. Of course, the first time, it was a kind of homey place. It did not have a creepy year-eating demon man living upstairs.(...then again, I didn't go upstairs the first time.)
(By the way. To get there? You always go north.) North, and slightly easterly, but barely. Like you're hugging the right side of north.
It's in a small town, through heavily wooded areas of two lane roads. And apparently they serve some kind of cheese dish that I decided I *must* have.
In my dream, my mom and molest-happy-former-stepdad had ordered something from the place to be dropped off, but nothing for me. So I decided I would drive there to get what I wanted. Except I couldn't remember what it was called, and it was not on the menu. And when I got there, trying to describe what I wanted, what I needed, they sent me upstairs where there was this mortician thin old man in a black suit and tie, and no eyes. He gave me a bowl of something, and brought in a child who sat across the table from me. As I ate from the bowl, the child lost years, only in its face. I could see them sucked away.
This did not stop me from eating the stuff in the bowl. Though I did tell the creepy old dude to give the kid back his years, to knock it off. But I wasn't really... upset. Whatever was in the bowl was tasty.
I was not at ALL upset, in the dream. I was hungry.
I am concerned. My dreams seem to have... geography. -- Ever had a dream that involved a certain place... and then later had a different dream and that place is in it, too? I expect it to be thorough... in singular dreams.
It was a little creepy for the same bar/dive/restaurant to show up in different dreams. And it's always... in the same place. You always get there the same way. Of course, the first time, it was a kind of homey place. It did not have a creepy year-eating demon man living upstairs.(...then again, I didn't go upstairs the first time.)
(By the way. To get there? You always go north.) North, and slightly easterly, but barely. Like you're hugging the right side of north.
It's in a small town, through heavily wooded areas of two lane roads. And apparently they serve some kind of cheese dish that I decided I *must* have.
In my dream, my mom and molest-happy-former-stepdad had ordered something from the place to be dropped off, but nothing for me. So I decided I would drive there to get what I wanted. Except I couldn't remember what it was called, and it was not on the menu. And when I got there, trying to describe what I wanted, what I needed, they sent me upstairs where there was this mortician thin old man in a black suit and tie, and no eyes. He gave me a bowl of something, and brought in a child who sat across the table from me. As I ate from the bowl, the child lost years, only in its face. I could see them sucked away.
This did not stop me from eating the stuff in the bowl. Though I did tell the creepy old dude to give the kid back his years, to knock it off. But I wasn't really... upset. Whatever was in the bowl was tasty.
I was not at ALL upset, in the dream. I was hungry.