Not so Sweet Dreams
Rarely do I remember my dreams so clearly. But this one was perhaps so weird that it refuses to get out of my brain.
An old friend and I were shopping in some discount warehouse that resembled Big Lots for appliances and kitchen supplies (???). She suddenly pulls me aside stating that we must discuss something that she's miffed about. Anyway, she pulls me aside (we're shopping with another group btw) and starts going on and on about various things. Only I'm completely mute. I'm chewing on something. And my mouth is full. I mean filled to capacity to the point that any efforts to speak out in my defense are in vain. So I give up and lean over the nearest garbage pail to spit whatever it is out. Only this doesn't work. It turns out that I must muster the courage to fish the mystery contents out of my mouth manually. So in my fingers go and one by one they pull out raw pieces of chicken. Chicken tenders to be more exact. You can imagine I woke up shortly after this. Yet the image of pink, glistening raw poultry nestled at the bottom of black trash pail remains fresh in my mind hours later.
Yes, I must need help.
An old friend and I were shopping in some discount warehouse that resembled Big Lots for appliances and kitchen supplies (???). She suddenly pulls me aside stating that we must discuss something that she's miffed about. Anyway, she pulls me aside (we're shopping with another group btw) and starts going on and on about various things. Only I'm completely mute. I'm chewing on something. And my mouth is full. I mean filled to capacity to the point that any efforts to speak out in my defense are in vain. So I give up and lean over the nearest garbage pail to spit whatever it is out. Only this doesn't work. It turns out that I must muster the courage to fish the mystery contents out of my mouth manually. So in my fingers go and one by one they pull out raw pieces of chicken. Chicken tenders to be more exact. You can imagine I woke up shortly after this. Yet the image of pink, glistening raw poultry nestled at the bottom of black trash pail remains fresh in my mind hours later.
Yes, I must need help.