Phalangees

This was a night of some strange dreams/fragments. No lucids, unfortunately.

Dream 1
I was at some fancy french restaurant with A. We had already eaten dinner and had our deserts set in front of us. We were there with a few others, but were all waiting for someone to return from the bathroom before we could continue eating. They were taking a while and I was getting bored, so I stuck my knife into the candle on the table to heat it up. I then used the hot knife to melt the banana sunday in front of me. It was the banana that I was melting. A then told me to stop since that knife was probably worth more than I could ever afford to replace. I cleaned the knife on my napkin and set it down. Somebody came up to our table and started yelling that "y'all are a bunch of cake eaters!" and just kept shouting. I had the impression she was of "lower class" and was upset at the upper class people? I was complete out of place, since I was an invited guest of some of the others we were with, and could never afford the meal on my own. It was strange. The dream faded about this time.

Dream 2
I was at a Milwaukee Brewer baseball game. I was there with my brother, T, and my dad. The game hadn't even started yet and there was some raffle to decide who would get to go on field for something. I wasn't paying attention, and never found out what it was for, but my seat was the one that was called. The rest of my dream was just trying to fight through the crowds of people and get from my nosebleed seat all the way to the field. The dream faded as I was about to step on field.

Dream 3
A very vocal, jersey shore-like New Yorker was yelling about being a vegetarian to me. I don't know what he was so upset about, so I naturally apologized. He then made it clear that he was a vegetarian because he only ate red meat. I laughed, but stopped as quickly as I could, because he was clearly insulted. I apologized and went on my way. There was a truck that was making a delivery to the grocery store I was going into that said "Red Meats Only Truck" on the side. The letters were made up of sausage links. I went into the grocery store with A.

We had my dog, Zeya, with us for some reason. She was wrapped in a blanket like a baby. A was carrying her for a while but then decided she had to go somewhere. I can't remember if it was the bathroom or not. So I then was walking around, grocery shopping, while holding my dog like a baby on my own. People kept coming up and taking pictures because "it's just too damn cute." There were some famous people there as well that were approaching me asking to have their photo taken with me and my dog. I was genuinely confused as to why George Foreman wanted a picture with me and my dog, but I of course allowed him. It was incredibly strange, and I just wanted A to come back so I didn't feel so awkward. I woke up before she got back from wherever she was.


An interesting night. There's some more illegible chicken scratch in my dream journal. I will edit this entry if I figure out what I was trying to write in the dark at 3:13 AM.