Weird-ass dream
I just had a dream that combined elements of Dune, Fallout 3, Waiting, and Juno. WTF?
It took place in what could have been a post-apocapyptic nightmare, but I never left the make-shift restaurant where I was employed in the kitchen. It was a place that looked like it was thrown together from old rusted out airplane scraps (think Megaton), with three tables, a single gas-stove cooking surface which was literally right next to the cashier at the front.
Next to my feet were the kids, having a deep conversation about why people are the way that they are and why they act the way they do. Their dialogue had an acerbic wit that would not be present in most children under the age of 8.
My boss, played by the gym teacher from Glee (a show I have never seen, but I get the impression she is almost the same as the boss from 40 Year Old Virgin) was telling me that we had to start getting better about getting food out to our customers fast. She was saying this as her chef quit and I was begged to fill in the part.
Just then, a customer walks in the door. She's a young lady wearing a white flowing evening gown with a low-cut V down the front and the back, with a white-lace shawl draped around her arms and shoulders. Her long brunette hair was worn up in large curls. She was about 5-ft-5, pale white skin, and a lovely face.
How do I remember all these details? I saw this dress on the episode of Launch My Line I randomly watched with my mother the other day. It was Marilynn's dress.
Did I mention her eyes glowed blue?
I see her walk in, but I don't notice all the details, because I'm busy getting the floor ready. The boss argues with her that we are not open and we are unable to serve her, but she seems so spaced out and flighty that she doesn't get that she's not supposed to be there now.
The boss gives up trying to get her out and says "What can I get you?" She orders a Fajita Scramble (is that even a thing?), chicken flavored ramen, and a taco. I run to the kitchen to get started on her order, scared because I have no idea how to prepare fajita steak. So I start boiling water for the ramen, and as I am boiling a large pot of water, and as I am looking for the eggs, she triumphantly holds up her Taco Bell Beef Supreme taco and declares that in this time, they already had her order ready.
We all get pissed and I tell her to come over to the kitchen so we can explain what goes into opening a kitchen and making her food. As she is walking up, I notice her eyes for the first time. I tell her I recognize the eyes of a Fremen any day. Her kind smile, lowered eyelids and cocked bird-like head betrayed her mental vacancy. I explained the eyes were the result of ingestion of large doses of the spice Melange, which extends life, heightens awareness, and invigors the body. Excitedly, she replied "Oh! My cat told me the same thing!"
I quickly changed the subject, explaining that we had to boil a lot of water, and get the cooking surfaces hot, and also get everything ready for the shift. I told her that if she was willing to hold for 20 minutes, we would be able to get things done more quickly. I also told her that if she could get a fajita scramble or a bowl of ramen at Taco Bell, I would wear her dress.
It took place in what could have been a post-apocapyptic nightmare, but I never left the make-shift restaurant where I was employed in the kitchen. It was a place that looked like it was thrown together from old rusted out airplane scraps (think Megaton), with three tables, a single gas-stove cooking surface which was literally right next to the cashier at the front.
Next to my feet were the kids, having a deep conversation about why people are the way that they are and why they act the way they do. Their dialogue had an acerbic wit that would not be present in most children under the age of 8.
My boss, played by the gym teacher from Glee (a show I have never seen, but I get the impression she is almost the same as the boss from 40 Year Old Virgin) was telling me that we had to start getting better about getting food out to our customers fast. She was saying this as her chef quit and I was begged to fill in the part.
Just then, a customer walks in the door. She's a young lady wearing a white flowing evening gown with a low-cut V down the front and the back, with a white-lace shawl draped around her arms and shoulders. Her long brunette hair was worn up in large curls. She was about 5-ft-5, pale white skin, and a lovely face.
How do I remember all these details? I saw this dress on the episode of Launch My Line I randomly watched with my mother the other day. It was Marilynn's dress.
Did I mention her eyes glowed blue?
I see her walk in, but I don't notice all the details, because I'm busy getting the floor ready. The boss argues with her that we are not open and we are unable to serve her, but she seems so spaced out and flighty that she doesn't get that she's not supposed to be there now.
The boss gives up trying to get her out and says "What can I get you?" She orders a Fajita Scramble (is that even a thing?), chicken flavored ramen, and a taco. I run to the kitchen to get started on her order, scared because I have no idea how to prepare fajita steak. So I start boiling water for the ramen, and as I am boiling a large pot of water, and as I am looking for the eggs, she triumphantly holds up her Taco Bell Beef Supreme taco and declares that in this time, they already had her order ready.
We all get pissed and I tell her to come over to the kitchen so we can explain what goes into opening a kitchen and making her food. As she is walking up, I notice her eyes for the first time. I tell her I recognize the eyes of a Fremen any day. Her kind smile, lowered eyelids and cocked bird-like head betrayed her mental vacancy. I explained the eyes were the result of ingestion of large doses of the spice Melange, which extends life, heightens awareness, and invigors the body. Excitedly, she replied "Oh! My cat told me the same thing!"
I quickly changed the subject, explaining that we had to boil a lot of water, and get the cooking surfaces hot, and also get everything ready for the shift. I told her that if she was willing to hold for 20 minutes, we would be able to get things done more quickly. I also told her that if she could get a fajita scramble or a bowl of ramen at Taco Bell, I would wear her dress.