A dream has its own logic

31 December 2021

My sleep dreams are getting stranger.

I dreamt of meeting with my work colleagues in McDonald's. We were apparently on a tour of McDonald's branches.

The first one we went to was closed. The next one we drove to in a red car I've never seen before was open and had a second floor —— only, there was no elevator, escalator or stairs in sight. After walking around to investigate how to get to the upper floor, an overhanging railroad track was spotted. More like those in small-time amusement parks for younger children train track which that branch decided to remove but the construction part of extracting the track was unfinished, the track hangs from a gap on the second floor where I could see booths with roomy wingbacks occupied by elite looking people.

The track end unattached to the wall was sharp and overhead. This is a dream so after a moment, it was bent and became metal stairs connecting the two floors. Without second thought, I climbed up, like I was on the rungs of a playground slide stairs. Suddenly, the second floor appeared to be a balcony instead of a second floor that abruptly stopped and was surely an accident prone construction site.

The opening before the transformed stairs was blocked by highchairs strapped on the balcony railing. I clambered up the highchairs as bolsters to get past the railing and then I'm on the 2nd floor. While I was securing a booth - to my surprise - my colleagues were already up there with food, telling me they went through an elevator. For all the acrobatics I surmised I went through and seeing people dressed up in evening gowns to eat at a fastfood chain, it surely was a dream. A little later I was picking peeled oranges off the floor. Some were stepped on (it had dirt). I brushed them off, offered them to others. No takers presented themselves so I ate them. There was even pomelo on the table. Wasn't sure if it was from the McDonald's menu.

Then, I saw the kiddie meal toys. One had a frog inside that went off and it belonged to a kid I met there. I did not see the frog, only a blur that jumped away. The kid gave me one toy. It was a flat compact case, like pressed powder. I opened the lavender case to find a sleeping brown bunny. Then I woke up.