meaningless dream

I was walking north on Sheridan Rd. in Evanston, Illinois, going from Alice Millar Chapel to Tech or something (Northwestern University buildings).  It was kind of rainy like London though. I was racing with someone who I did not see, but then I saw a pretty large puddle and stopped.  This was around where the Kellogg building is.  Here, I saw an old friend of mine, and he asked if I’d like to grab a coffee.  I said yes, while thinking, “Shit, I have to go back home to grab my wallet,” and he said meet me at COSTA in Tech.  This is where I realised this was a dream because Tech building only carries Seattle’s Best.

So I decided to find my wallet from beige Primark bag I saw in the mud puddle; there, I also saw my keys, iPhone, and some other necessary shit.  For some reason though, I thought I’d only need £5 from the wallet, took it out, and started running north again.  About half-way, I thought that I’d actually like the whole bag.  So I went back to Kellogg, and the bag was still there.  When I tried to pick the bag up, it was super heavy.  Inside, I found a katana sword (a la Kill Bill).  I took that out, put it on one shoulder, and put the Primark bag on the other.  Then I ran up to Tech.

When I got to Tech, I was with two of my other friends: Ginger and this boy from Cambridge. They were bored and had nothing to do, so I just invited them to come with me.  I noticed that there was a little alley way that I had never seen before, but since we were pretty much looking at Tech, I thought that it’d be a nice shortcut.  When we took the “shortcut” it actually turned out to be a dead-end because there was an Old Country Buffet.

The Old Country Buffet had two separate entrances: one to the right of the building and one to the left.  A lot of old people went into the entrance on the right, and seemingly confused people took the left entrance.  So we went to the left entrance, and sure enough, it was for the people who wanted to cut through the Old Country Buffet to get to Tech.

Ginger and Cambridge boy started to complain about how only poor old people eat at Old Country and how unbelievably cheap the food was. The time was around 4pm, which was basically the dinner rush for the old people. The two boys started talking about where they have had the best steak/lobster/calamari/etc around the world, and their snobby asses made me get pissed off.  So I just left them and got into the “cut thru” line.

There was an Asian lady in front of me who seemed like a tourist.  At the entrance to The Old Country was an unfriendly looking black waiter who asked each person, “What did you learn today?”  He basically wanted people to say, “That the alley way is for Old Country customers only.”  However, when it got to the Asian lady who did not speak a word of English, it became a problem. The unfriendly black waiter kept on asking the same question, and the Asian lady had absolutely no idea.  So I tried to speak to her in Korean, but it turned out that she’s Japanese.  (I used to speak Japanese when I was little, so my subconscience knows Japanese better than I do.)

I really wished “someone who spoke Japanese” was around so that I could get through this damn gate.  But then I realised this was just a dream, so I took my katana sword out and stabbed the Asian lady.  The sword must have been a really nice one because she cut like tofu.  The unfriendly black waiter was freaking the shit out, and I asked him, “What did you learn today?” with my blade right up against his throat.  He couldn’t say anything, and I put my sword in his hands and told him, “that you should never kill anyone. Look what you’ve done!”

The manager and other people got there, and I pulled a Jim Moriarty and acted all innocent, as if this waiter had just killed my friend.  While people were gathering, I sneaked out to the other side of the Old Country Buffet, and I could see Tech.  The parking lot was pretty much empty, and I wondered why Old Country couldn’t just make a little pathway by the bushes and the trees for the people who came in the wrong way.

Then I heard a ding followed by a buzz: my first text message of the day ;-).