A Christmas Meal

Felt like a nightmare last night but not so much on reflection.
I was queueing for a Christmas meal in a giant canteen. When my turn came I had to cut my own bit of roast beef. I started to cut but found it was raw. Others behind urged me to cut a bit for them as well. Feeling a bit queasy I just cut my own and got some vegetables as well and headed towards the tables. There were hundreds of tables and people were seated in groups. I found a space and put my plate down and went to look for cutlery. When I returned my plate had disappeared. I looked around and was met by laughter from people around my place. I started to tip the tables in a rage but they were too heavy so I stalked off looking for a dessert.
The drinks and desserts were in huge glass vats full of coloured liquid.
I just wanted a Coke.
Not finding any I scooped a plate of pink liquid.
It was full of wriggling creatures.
Feeling even more queasy I decided that the meal idea had to be abandoned.

Ads by Google

Weird dream last night. Images were coming into my head one after another. As soon as the image appeared, the Google crawler or whatever it is, picked up the image and selected an appropriate advert, which immediately appeared on my blog. The images appeared one after the other along with the advert, almost too fast to see, reducing the point of it all. One of the images I remember was of a Fire Engine racing along the road. The advert that flicked onto my blog was one for Coke. The rather tenuous connection was when Homer Simpson got his hand stuck in a soft drinks machine. The emergency crew that attended worked for some time to free his hand only to discover that Homer was simply refusing to let go of the can.
Maybe a sign to give up the blog, Google has now crawled into my head.