lastnite: a dream journal

Silverware fight

I will never sleep without the TV or CD player on again. I have learned my lesson.

I dreamt I was having dinner at a restaurant. I was perched in a high booth and could look down on most of the diners. The staff was comprised of mostly athletic-looking teenagers, but none of them seemed interested in taking my order. My silverware was dirty, so I sucked the spoon clean--mmm, month-old Haagen-Dazs. Then a scuffle broke out between the boys and knives started flying. One dark-haired boy got hit in the chest and blood started seeping everywhere. Now I was glad that no one had noticed me. Suddenly a fork got thrown in my general direction. I guess they had run out of knives, so they were moving on to forks. I ducked under the table and decided this was not a good place to be.

It was cool outside last night, so I had the window cracked. While the wind moaned and howled, it does not account for the faint screaming and shouting I heard that woke me up. I swear I heard it, though incredibly faint, and it wasn't the wind at all.