The Food Festival
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, 03-28-2013 at 04:21 AM (749 Views)
#1 My mind is flying around some big bridge-pillar-looking construction, arguing with another person through my thoughts. Weird images flash before my eyes, images that don't really make sense when brought outside my head into words, but I somehow relate to the subject both in the dream and when I think back on the dream. The argument was about whether or not the other person's slave employees should be treated well. I told him to treat them well and give them good and varying food every day, for then they would be motivated to work harder. While talking about the food, my mind shifted around in what I can only explain as some kind of red chain-linked carousel. It showed me the slaves eating and enjoying their varying meals for each step in the carousel. It really makes no logical sense and so it is logically unexplainable.
#2 Along with a few of my classmates, I was walking through a narrow little street with all different kinds of shows on our left. Sock-puppet shows, pie-making, a small fenced bin with touchable animals, although they looked a bit odd. In the bin, there was four animals. I do not remember them except for one. A very long eared rabbit, but it looked more like a girl formed like a rabbit. It looked really weird and I can't explain it. In the background behind the rooftops you could see the big construction from the first dream.
#3 I was sitting in a pizzeria along with a few of my classmates. I felt like we just came from the place we had been in my second dream. We were handed a menu card, which was written onto a raw dough circle smeared with flour. The items on the list were complete gibberish, and I assumed they were named to some sort of common understanding. I had no idea what to pick, and as my classmates picked their food and the waitress joked a bit with my indecisiveness, the time pressure only confused me even more. I ended up picking something that sounded like a pizza. "Capriatto."
I had a fourth dream which was centered around food as well, but I can't remember if it was before, between or after the other dreams. Moral of the story: Don't go to bed hungry.