Down in the underground...
Jun. 6th, 2003 10:24 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
terryclothI had a dream I was driving somewhere on vacation with my mother and aunt and sister and possibly some other people that will remain unspecified because I didn't notice who they were.
We stopped for a snack in the middle of the night in a small fast food restaurant, and ordered various things... but for some reason, I ordered a glass of wine with my pancakes and eggs, and so the cashier gave me a cup full of ice and told me I had to go downstairs to get the wine. Second door on the left.
The second door on the left was a broom closet, but through the first door on the right was a vast underground sports bar/fitness center. I was all like, woah! None of this is even hinted at above ground. And it was all really crowded and busy.
So I found the bar and ordered some sweet wine to go with my pancakes, and the bartender filled my glass with a pale, opaque yellow liquid that sort of tasted fruity and sort of tasted alcoholic, but he informed me that I had to finish it at the bar, since alcohol wasn't allowed upstairs. Also, he was closing for the night.
So I chugged the wine and ran back upstairs, where my dinner was just about to be tossed in the trash since the restaurant was closing. Everyone was pissed at me for wasting so much time, which I felt was a horrible injustice since I'd been sent there under essentially false pretenses.
Then I scarfed down the meal, and we went on to other things that I don't really remember.
We stopped for a snack in the middle of the night in a small fast food restaurant, and ordered various things... but for some reason, I ordered a glass of wine with my pancakes and eggs, and so the cashier gave me a cup full of ice and told me I had to go downstairs to get the wine. Second door on the left.
The second door on the left was a broom closet, but through the first door on the right was a vast underground sports bar/fitness center. I was all like, woah! None of this is even hinted at above ground. And it was all really crowded and busy.
So I found the bar and ordered some sweet wine to go with my pancakes, and the bartender filled my glass with a pale, opaque yellow liquid that sort of tasted fruity and sort of tasted alcoholic, but he informed me that I had to finish it at the bar, since alcohol wasn't allowed upstairs. Also, he was closing for the night.
So I chugged the wine and ran back upstairs, where my dinner was just about to be tossed in the trash since the restaurant was closing. Everyone was pissed at me for wasting so much time, which I felt was a horrible injustice since I'd been sent there under essentially false pretenses.
Then I scarfed down the meal, and we went on to other things that I don't really remember.
