The other night, I had a dream. It started with me in a hotel room; I was watching some game-trivia channel. I was answering the questions and didn’t realize everyone on the show could hear until I got one of the answers wrong. One of the female contestants went off on me.
I later learned I was responsible for a social event at the hotel. I got sick with cold-like symptoms as I was heading to the event area. My nose was runny, so I plugged a nostril with a tissue. I wanted some alcohol.
When I arrived at the event area, I met a man who worked at the hotel. My nose still had the tissue plugged in. I asked the man for some whiskey. He smiled and said, “no,” but offered me another solution and walked me to the buffet. We went inside, and I quickly pulled the tissue from my nostril. The man said, “Oh, that’s alright,” and left. I was in line with a woman and another person; we were confused about where we were supposed to be standing.
We proceeded to get food, and the silverware was dirty; there were food and sticky stuff on the knives and forks. The food looked partially cooked. There was raw oatmeal floating in a tray of water; I began stirring the grain and water to thicken it. I put some on a plate along with some other strange items and grabbed a beverage.
Luckily, I woke up before I ate that mess.