The Weird Dream

Here is the weird dream I had last night. I don’t have a clue what it is all about.


Last night I had this weird dream. I was cruising down a highway with G and we were looking for a restaurant. I remember that it was one that was highly recommended to us. We were on a highway but at times it would almost spiral in circles on the way.

We came to a town where all the roads were grass. They looked like roads but they were grass and no wear marks were on them even though there was a lot of traffic. We came to the square of the town and it was just this big circle or a different colored grass. Everyone was going around the darker circle like it was a raised c0oncrete slab or something. We just went straight across it to the other side.

We proceeded into a super narrow alleyway and when we came out on the other side, we were suddenly at the restaurant. It was an outdoor restaurant and the ‘bar’ where we sat was just old ply board across a couple of barrels. We sat down and this dude came up and slammed down the menus and asked what we wanted. As soon as we started to talk, he would interrupt and ask us again what we wanted. Time and time again we tried to tell him we were there for breakfast and wanted to see the menu, but he always interrupted us.

Then he got really mad and proceeded to throw us out. He kept saying that since we didn’t order we had to leave. He physically grabbed us by our shirts and threw us into the narrow alleyway that we had driven through. The funny thing was, when we hit the ground we couldn’t stop rolling. We rolled all the way back through the town.

Now we started walking back to get the car. We got part way back when we ran into this girl we knew. She was roller skating and suggested that she help us on our way. She grabbed one of my hands and one of G’s hands and started skating. Suddenly our feet acted like they had wheels on them too and we were whizzing along, dragged behind her.

This time when we got through the alleyway, we were somehow on the opposite side of the restaurant. There was this big field we had to cross but our friend stopped us. She made us wait, looking at this weird watch that was her shirt. It wasn’t attached to her shirt. Her shirt was a watch.

Suddenly she looked up and said “Watch.” We watched as a big dog ran out onto the field and when he had gotten part way across this giant Eagle type bird swooped down and grabbed him with it’s big claws and beak and flew off. Then we were able to cross the field safely.

This time when we got to the restaurant, the mean guy had our breakfast ready. We didn’t even have to order. He just knew what we wanted. We scarfed down our food while every 10 minutes or so someone would let another dog run loose across that field and a big Eagle would swoop down and grab it. We walked back to the side of the building where the dogs were coming from and I remember feeling sick to my stomach. There was a field of little dog coops stretching to the horizon and they all had dogs in them, waiting to make the mad dash across that field. As far as the eye could see, there were dogs in little pens, waiting.

Then our friend finished her breakfast of walnuts, grape jelly straight out of the jar and a bucket of tea brewed from old cigarettes. Then she looked at her watch, posed like an Olympic speed skater ready for a start and took off as a dog raced across the field. When the Eagle caught the dog, she was right beside the Eagle and jumped up on it’s back and disappeared into the blue sky.

G looked at me and shrugged. We got into the car and drove back through the town. Backwards the whole way.


So there it is. I usually don’t remember my dreams. Anyone who knows anything about dreams might have a field day with this one, no pun intended. ;