Thursday, July 25, 2013
The odd thing about dreaming is what you remember when you wake up. I sleep days since I work nights. I know my dreams were long and unending seeming last "night". All I remember is that I was in an ancient city that actually had people. I went into a Subway. The front wall was busted out, bricks lay on the sidewalk and in the street. There was a cook selling the sandwiches. The store was dark, dimly lit by a low watt bulb swinging in the breeze. There were lots of people there buying subs. I was with Jered. I ordered a pastrami with mustard and vinegar. I was given a tray with a barbque sandwich on it. I noticed it as I went around the building looking for a table. I was going to complain but I noticed a large cement post with a table around it and built in chairs. I took the table, planning to wait for Jered. There was a door in the post and a midget/dwarf/little person walked out and stood staring at me. He started to slowly dance.