Turquoise Dreams

Bed early last nigh, 7:30pm - 3:25 am

Had some food again that gave me kinda bad dreams

DR:
A guys was about to atack a woman. Now she is holding his head on the table while I pick up some small blunt object like a vase and start hitting him on the head. I wonder when it will be enough to be subdued. I keep hitting and feel bad about it from the start. Maybe we should not be doing this? I can't stop and his skull is caving in and chunks of brains are flying out with every hit.

Later I come back and that woman pulls a disposable roasting pan out of the fridge. It's the brains in it and some salsa. I get mad, how can someone put brains in the fridge. Not they are rotting and the whole fridge is contaminated. But the woman says she needed the salsa to bathe the baby. Even my dream self says wtf?

DR2:
I'm cutting mangos on a table that has a glass protective wall. Kinda like in a lab where the scientist's hands are inside a glass compartment or just behind a glass wall. I'm trying something new, smearing mango like a spread, while customer is standing behind me waiting for his mangos. We both decide that smearing mangos is NOT the way to go.

Then customers want sandwitches and I'm like ok, even though I don't normally make them. So I made a few, had to go to another rooms to look for ingredients. Turns out some customers thought they are free. I show the the add saying that something is free when they buy a sandwich. They still insist. I'm like whatever, took me a long time to make it, but take it for free.

So weird.