Right in the middle of one of my normal strange dreams, I was suddenly standing behind some guy. It was an office, looked like it was right out of the 1960s. That odd shit was still going on around me, but this office space was an oasis of calm. The guy sitting at the desk stopped writing and put down his pen, and turned around and looked at me. White shirt, blue tie, brylcreem to the max. He said one thing before turning back around and I woke up.
"There are going to be food shortages, you know." I think it's the only time I've ever been addressed as if someone were talking directly to me in a dream.
Right in the middle of one of my normal strange dreams, I was suddenly standing behind some guy. It was an office, looked like it was right out of the 1960s. That odd shit was still going on around me, but this office space was an oasis of calm. The guy sitting at the desk stopped writing and put down his pen, and turned around and looked at me. White shirt, blue tie, brylcreem to the max. He said one thing before turning back around and I woke up.
"There are going to be food shortages, you know." I think it's the only time I've ever been addressed as if someone were talking directly to me in a dream.
