Entry 107: How to Eat and Die in a Dream
Two different dreams this week, each with its own twist.
First, I dreamt that I was watching a Discovery program on TV, and some African guy was commentating how unhealthy the American diet is. He showed a clip of an obese woman, and said, "how shameful," and then he showed another clip of an average-thin woman, and said, "could be better."
The TV program cut back to the man and he was thin, but healthy-looking. He then opened a can of food, and said, "only the basic needs; no other junk." Although he opened a can of food, he presented the food on a plate and it looked like the most satisfying, down-to-earth food you could eat. Just looking at it made me feel healthier.
I think the food was African, but I don't know what their cuisine is like, so I assumed it was grain and "substance" in my dream...
Secondly, my other dream was long and complex, to which I have no other recollection of other than the ending.
I was walking down a parking lot and several cars were on their way home from an event. As I was walking on the side, I noticed a car in front of me, and something was odd. As soon as I looked at it, though, a passenger in that car shot me in the chest with a submachine gun. I heard the sound of the gun, I heard the bullets penetrate my chest, and, briefly, felt the thud of the bullets hit me.
After I woke up, I heard the construction crew behind my house using a jackhammer...