The dream this morning had me in a school cafeteria. The serving line was designed to be self serve. It was long and had a great variety of prepared foods stacked within each insert on the line. In fact it was stocked to ridiculously high levels. I am standing in line trying to serve myself. A lunch lady comes around the counter to assist me. She is a short little friendly woman who is eager to help. I am worried that the food will fall everywhere if I am not careful. I manage to pull a slice of lasagne out from a middle of a tall stack without toppling it.
I have filled my disposable Styrofoam tray, I hate those things, and I move out to a huge outdoor court yard where everyone is eating. Much to my dismay most of the tables are folded up and moved to the outer perimeter of the courtyard, and the chairs are stacked up! What the hell! Where am I suppose to eat? I manage to find a table to set my tray on and next I go searching for a chair. I mill about the courtyard in my search for a chair. I see other students standing about in clusters of groups. They are talking or playing games. They are enjoying their time together outside the classroom.
I give up my search for a chair and abandon my food. The food was cold and it was pre-packaged, and warmed up, and unhealthy crap anyway. I decide I'm going to walk out to the surrounding city and find me a restaurant. I'm giving up school for the rest of the day.
The city is apparently somewhere in Austria. I see cobblestone streets and old world architecture. I can smell wonderful foods from the restaurants and I enjoy the whole ambiance of the city.
Bill had his own unique style of stand up. Bill was big on mocking the war on drugs and pointing out the evil cabal that runs the world, and how messed up the culture has become. He lived in obscurity when he was alive and his fame, as so often happens, skyrocketed after his death. He was a voice in the wilderness.
Bill, I got your message! I will be thinking on this for a good while.

Suddenly, a mature well dressed woman comes out and around from behind the counter. She is the owner/manager of the store. It is late and she wants to close for the evening. She moves to shut and lock the doors. The customers behind me and outside are locked out, and she humbly apologizes to them all.
Ice cream and magic mushrooms; now that sounds like a winning combination! I think old Bill would approve. It certainly sounds like spiritual food to me, Bill! Hey, if Drew Barrymore endorses it, it must be good! Ha, ha!!
What a strange dream we have here. I don't know what to think. The school cafeteria is an absurd
farce. Bill would love pointing out the hypocrisy of it all. I image he would say, "Send them kiddies to the ice cream shop. They will learn more there!".
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