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Ever been pissed off at someone for something they did in a dream?
The first thing I remember about the dream is the dishes in the sink. I believe this stems from my current room-mate situation, or lack thereof. The old roomies, before they moved out, did this thing where they would leave dishes sitting in the sink for days. I get a bit OCD about things like that, I get concerned about vermin problems, and plus it’s just kinda gross. I’ve been leaving the dishes in the sink more often of late, because of finals. Maybe that was on my mind for some reason, I don’t know. In this dream, the new roomies had already moved in, and somebody had “considerately” washed? some dishes. The silverware had grimy crusts on it, and seemingly somebody had been cooking or baking something; there were pots and pans and utensils plastered with this stuff that looked like either oatmeal or carrot-cake batter. I filled the sink up with hot water and just threw everything in to soak, and then went out to find out who had done this horrific thing. I saw them (whoever ‘they’ were) walking up this hill out of a land-fill (apparently in this dream, my apartment was in the middle of one). I had a butter knife for some reason and I asked in my most pleasant tones who had washed the dishes. This chick who I had never seen before said (with this bright “wasn’t that nice of me?” smile) that she had washed them. I told her bluntly to never do that again. I decide to keep walking along with these people, it seems they might be going somewhere interesting, when the engine of a train suddenly comes barreling down the hill. I try to call out a warning to everybody else but it squashes somebody (a classmate of mine, Rachel, who plays the ‘uke’). Fortunately she doesn’t seem harmed by this.
Jumping ahead to Somewhere, maybe Africa? I’m looking down at a picnic table that has some meat on a stick cooking on it. The meat is just sitting there on the picnic table, on fire. Roasting like a flaming marshmallow. Next to the flaming meat is a pair of severed hands. They look like they’ve been chopped off. I don’t seem a bit put off by this (maybe I did it?). One of the hands is holding one of those little spiral memo-pads. I take the memo pad and tear one of the sheets off. I remember carefully cutting off the frayed end of the sheet with a pair of scissors. I turn it over and on the other side is printed a photo of the picnic table exactly as it is, with the meat and the severed hands and all. I don’t remember how the picture got there but I’m comparing it to the objects arrayed before me and I notice a few things are different. There is a little brown carving on the table of a skeleton; it’s about the size of a pencil, only a little bit thicker. The hands are down at the sides, and the skeleton has eyes that are bugging out of its head. But in the picture, it’s oriented upside-down. I change it, and I hear this noise. Suddenly everything on the table is different. So is the picture. I go through this series of tests? Where I need to rearrange things, figure out what is different, put them right. I realize I’m sitting on a plane, or maybe a bus, with a little table in front of me, doing this. Eventually I come to know that I had just been hallucinating the whole time, that I was on a trip somewhere with my classmates, these things I’ve been doing were all in my mind.
This guy Trevor is sitting in front of me. I talk to him sometimes, and feeling rather put off by the whole hallucination experience, I start to relate it to him in pretty much the same detail as I’ve been typing it out. He immediately turns to this other guy, Scott, and tells him about it. Scott turns around and asks me if I’ve been drinking, I say no, then Trevor and Scott start discussing which one of them should go and tell Dr. Ruby about this. Angrily I tell them hey! I’m sitting right here, stop talking about me like I’m not here, but I’m completely ignored. Scott is from the Army; he’s one of those people whose necks are thicker than their heads, and I don’t really expect any kind of empathy from this guy, but Trevor has shared some s**t with me that was pretty … interesting … and this sudden turnaround gets me paranoid and rather pissed off. That’s what I woke up feeling this morning. Dreams.