I blame the soy sauce
I have some crazy, and vivid dreams, sometimes. This one I almost want to find a way to turn it into a story.
Last night I dreamt I was at some sort of drive-in, but instead of parking and watching a movie you sat on old wooden benches like the ones you see at neglected picnic areas at rest stops. The park had a folksy vibe, with bales of hay and flowers set next to the benches. Some kind of recent comedy was going to be shown. I ended up waiting for a fellow writer and we got to joshing around, amusing ourselves more than anything.
We were both hungry, so we got into line at the concessions stand, which was behind the ticket booth. It was more along the lines of the haybales and barn setting. I found it quaint and charming in a way where it seemed like the next logical step would be to mosey on off for a hard cider and to visit some petting zoo.
Instead I got into line for some food, and while my friend got her order in a timely manner, the vendor kept ignoring my order and fulfilling everyone else's ahead of me. Eventually I got into a passive-aggressive argument with a concessions guy about an ear of corn. I remember trying to work myself enough to be outspoken in a way that was both effective and didn't make me look hostile, even though I knew I deserved better service. I don't remember if I got my order, however.
Then I was getting a ride home with the editor who had treated me to the movie, realizing I hadn't even sat down to enjoy one minute of the movie -- it's funny how one gets sidetracked in dreams.
From there I was being driven along a road flanked by two bodies of water and ended up in a movie theater that showed bizarre films. There were several screens in one large room, and everyone was watching movies at odd angles (one facing one wall, another facing the center of the room, etc.) My husband is a fan of strange movies, so I had to tell my husband about the theater. He went off somewhere, presumably to check out a movie he was curious about, so I sat to watch one movie. I kept worrying about beach sand and the tide coming in to where I was sitting. That's when a shark-dragon monster emerged out of the screen.
Time to go home, I thought, so my husband and I were driving back, after navigating our way out of some complex parking lot. In between we had to go to McDonald's and I remember I wanted a filet-o-fish and fries. He ordered two Indian-accented salad meals, but the orders were somehow botched. As I got into an argument with someone behind the counter, demanding our money back, I realize my husband had been the one to place the wrong order. Nonetheless, the service was slow, and the cashier refunded us and told us to take the food.
We opted to head home, and found ourselves in some half-familiar countryside, driving through some area that had been carved out of a small mountain, like you would see in the eastern parts of Kentucky.
As we started along I spied a dead body along the road.
I was disturbed by the site, and felt a deep sense of dread.
We circled around to call the police, and to identify which mile marker the body was at, but couldn't get back around easily so we struggled to find the right area a second time. I sort of found it, but didn't. (Thanks, dream logic.)
From there I debated waiting around but wanted to go home and be away from the spot, which I grew convinced was cursed and that looking at it would cause trouble. We finally told the police where to look and kept going, because I was fearful to linger in that area.
On the way back home I saw more bodies, in orange jumpsuits, along the cut-back mountains, and then finally (finally!) woke up.
The details remain vivid, and I'm grateful that I've always been one to have such lucid dreams, but it really gets me wondering sometimes, why all these things end up mashing together in my mind.
Someone who does dream interpretations might have a field day, I suppose.