Dream: Feast of Roaches....

So last night I had another gross strange dream. It involved shopping and roaches.

So in my dream, I was with my friend Katie from high school and we were living in some city and we decided to go across town to eat at this great burrito place we knew. So we're walking along this city, which looks a great deal like a college campus, very similar to UNC's campus in fact, and we see this place called George's Garage. In real life, George's Garage is this restaurant in Durham, but in my dream George's Garage was a red brick Victorian-style building complete with ionic columns. The dream George's was not a restaurant but had a small clothing store inside. Katie and I decided to stop at the George's for a quick shopping trip. So we go inside George's and immediately through the door, we entered this large atrium with brown leather couches in the middle. We cross through the atrium and go into this sort of dressing room. There were several dressing stalls in the dressing room, and in there we found some other high school friends including Jennifer and Sara G.

So we're all trying on clothes (the clothes were not on racks but were on these shelfs) when Sara picks up a shirt from the shelf and reveals a little roach which scurries away trying to get out of sight. All the girls are shrieking because they are scared of roaches, except for Jennifer and me. We both go up to the roach and attempt to catch it or crush it. So I catch the roach but it turns out to be not just one roach, but a pile of roaches, stacked like a deck of cards. I'm so caught off guard that I drop the pile of roaches, except some of them fall into my shirt at the neckline. My shirt is tucked in, so I can feel the little guys crawling all over my stomach, trying to escape. And so I reach down into my shirt and pull a few up. And then I accidentally drop one and I end up eating him.

Now all my friends are completely grossed out and believe that I intentionally ate the roach, while I'm actually gagging on the little dude. Then I swallow him and immediately throw up, and they all see this brown nastiness come out of my mouth with little roach parts mixed in. A leg there, a wing here.

So, I can't really remember what happened after that. Except all my high school friends de-friended me because they thought I was a roach-eater. And I was in a really bad mood because they didn't believe it was an accident, but I continued along my way to the burrito place alone.

The End.