Machines nd chickens
15 December, 2014
So, I’m in a big house and there’s a room full of old machines kind of remind me of telex machines and typewriters and sort of admin machines, that some guy has put together and arranged in a way to invent a new machine (YAWN!) that kind of does contemporary things (yawns) and anyway I’m wanting to use the machine but somebody won’t let me be in the house or something, so I’m trying to ask them for a specific time that I could use it and they finally told me I could use it at 3.30, (yawns), then I go into the next room and I need to buy a costume off somebody I know from the past who was a bit of a sleazy person and he tells me that he’ll have to kiss me to sell me the costume and then someone else tells him that I’ve got an ulcer on my tongue, so he’s a bit hesitant to kiss me which is the saving grace for me because I’m not interested in ‘pashing’(?) him for a costume, so I manage to get out of that and get the costume. Then in another room downstairs in the big building a little bit barn like, I’m eating, I’ve bought a quarter of a chicken, (yawns), which was especially cooked, maybe Portuguese style or something, some especially cooked and very delicious quarter of a chicken and I’m just about to eat it and somebody comes along, somebody I know and looks at it and picks up a bit of the crispier skin pulling it off the chicken and then grabs the whole chicken and says ‘YUM, I’ll have that!” and then walks off with it, which makes me very upset because I have no money and I can’t go and get another piece and that’s the end of the dream…