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kybearfuzz) wrote2012-02-22 05:06 am
kybearfuzz) wrote2012-02-22 05:06 am
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The Dream About Candy Statues
Last night's dream was a doozy. I just woke up and typed up what I recall. NyQuil must be good at dream-inducing.
I was back in college, but not the one I really attended. This was some fancier college, old with Greek societies to join.
There was a popular society (I can't say "sorority" as I'll explain later) that was making one particular pledge miserable, by noting she wasn't wearing the right clothes, referring to her modest dress as a "nice brown dishrag" at one point. The society was made up of wealthy students and they were known for these white chocolate figurines of people dressed in Shakespearean period costumes.
For some reason, this society group was pursuing me as a member (now you know why it's not a sorority). I don't recall appearing any different in the dream as I do now, though I'm wondering how in the world I could afford to go to such a prestigious school. One day when walking into the cafeteria, one of the snooty leaders handed me a small stack of menus and invited me to their version of a potluck. She asked me to make some dish I'd never heard of, something with an essence of this or that. When I explained I had no idea what that was, she looked at me like I was fresh from the hills. She asked me about some desert, that sounded amazingly complicated. At the end, I handed her back the menus and told her I wasn't interested in participating.
I don't remember making it out of the cafeteria. The next thing I recall was swimming through a slide of white chocolate ooze. As I came up to the end of the processing line, I saw the little figurines dangling above, dripping as though freshly removed. As I leaped up to the edge of the processing line and climbed out, I believe I heard one of the operators yell something like "it didn't work!"
The operaters swarmed toward me, but I ran. As I passed the windowed doors, I found that I had lost all of my hair - head, face, body, etc. I bolted out an exit door, completely naked and ran into a squad of military students who called the police.
The next scene had me back in the factory, I'm guessing with the police, looking through the processing line. I found what looked like a figurine's arm in the rinse water. It looked like a very springy skeleton arm. I guess now I know why the society was after students that really didn't fit in.
I was back in college, but not the one I really attended. This was some fancier college, old with Greek societies to join.
There was a popular society (I can't say "sorority" as I'll explain later) that was making one particular pledge miserable, by noting she wasn't wearing the right clothes, referring to her modest dress as a "nice brown dishrag" at one point. The society was made up of wealthy students and they were known for these white chocolate figurines of people dressed in Shakespearean period costumes.
For some reason, this society group was pursuing me as a member (now you know why it's not a sorority). I don't recall appearing any different in the dream as I do now, though I'm wondering how in the world I could afford to go to such a prestigious school. One day when walking into the cafeteria, one of the snooty leaders handed me a small stack of menus and invited me to their version of a potluck. She asked me to make some dish I'd never heard of, something with an essence of this or that. When I explained I had no idea what that was, she looked at me like I was fresh from the hills. She asked me about some desert, that sounded amazingly complicated. At the end, I handed her back the menus and told her I wasn't interested in participating.
I don't remember making it out of the cafeteria. The next thing I recall was swimming through a slide of white chocolate ooze. As I came up to the end of the processing line, I saw the little figurines dangling above, dripping as though freshly removed. As I leaped up to the edge of the processing line and climbed out, I believe I heard one of the operators yell something like "it didn't work!"
The operaters swarmed toward me, but I ran. As I passed the windowed doors, I found that I had lost all of my hair - head, face, body, etc. I bolted out an exit door, completely naked and ran into a squad of military students who called the police.
The next scene had me back in the factory, I'm guessing with the police, looking through the processing line. I found what looked like a figurine's arm in the rinse water. It looked like a very springy skeleton arm. I guess now I know why the society was after students that really didn't fit in.
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Methinks the white chocolate is a metaphor something else...hmmmm...I wonder what that could be?? Hehehehehe
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Covered from head to toe in dripping, white chocolate....
Heh. :D
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Fiddle-dee-dee... *wink*
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Of course that could be another cartoon for you to draw for inspiration ;-)
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