Pickles

I haven't posted in about a month for a number of reasons. One dream I remembered vividly was about my old dog and it made me sad, so I didn't want to remember it longer than necessary. Others I've either not had time to write down before I forgot, or was too tired to get up and write them down before I forgot. The latter is almost true this morning. I had the dream, woke up, and chose to go back to sleep for a bit, so I don't remember all of it in great detail, but I do remember two things: pickles and the street band. Also, another cream just flashed into my head. The one about my mom living in a hospital/hotel. Maybe I'll write that one later. Anyway...

I think I was in Vegas. I say this because I kept thinking that I'd have to ask Mike if he saw the street band, and he's the one who went with me. It was strange because they weren't just playing for money, they were inviting people to come play with them. There was a violin, a steel drum-looking thing, and two other instruments I can't remember right now. I know a steel drum and a violin don't really work together, but they did here.

Actually, I can't remember hearing any music from them. I kept thinking about songs they might play, or songs I might play with them. And I watched them play; I should have been able to hear it. But I couldn't. Interesting. I remember watching one guy (audience member) play the violin in the middle of the circle with them. I made eye contact with the real violin player....wait I heard music then. I just don't remember what it was. I must not have recognized it.

Anyway, there was that and then there was the food part. This was also outdoors, but under a tent. It was top chef-esque and ingredients were constantly being wheeled by my bleachers. For some reason, this girl I went to HS with was sitting to my right, and I really disliked her. I don't remember seeing any food made, but there was a lot of food rolled by us, and this chick started bitching about the pickles. It was time to clean up or something, and she didn't want the pickles wheeled by her again maybe. I can't remember too well. In any case, I went up to the pickle bowl and grabbed a huge stack to eat before returning to my seat next to her. I took a big bite out of all of them, burger style. Juice ran everywhere. I let it drip next to her. I started to eat the pickles one by one and this point, but was surprised that each one I ate already had a bite taken out of it.....and then I remembered why. I guess I was waking up again at this point, and that's why there was confusion.

That's all I have for this dream. Maybe I'll do the hospital dream later. It's sort of funny about the sensory details here considering our recent class. I know they could be better, but still.