I had this dream while taking a nap today. I tend to dream much more often and much more vivid
ly during naps than at night during normal sleep.
I do not recall most of this dream, but I do know that I do not remember the majority of the first half. It involved canoe
ing on a small, calm lake that was contained on all sides with short
, midieval-style stone walls.
The sun is at it's highest point in the day, and I am sitting in my canoe under the green shade
of the trees which overhang the south bank
. I can see a mansion
on the opposite bank, probably about a half mile's worth of paddling. I wish to investigate, and I am instantly out of the canoe and walking up the stunningly grassy bank towards the house. I walk around to the west side
of the building, where there is some shade from the house. Also, some family friends are there. They look like they are packing up their minivan
in preparation of some kind of trip or vacation. On the ground is a clear glass container. It is basically a hollow cylinder with no top. Inside of the cylinder is what is interesting, however.
. Fat purple worms and oversized pink rolly-polly bugs. In romaine lettuce
. With juices. It is a bug salad. The bugs are still very much alive
, of course. I'm not afraid of bugs and I don't really hate them, but you know the show fear factor
? The stunt where they have to eat something disgusting is the only one I would have any kind of trouble with (I would still do it, but dammit I wouldn't be too jolly). Inside a door on the side of the house, very close to the bug jar, is a sparse midieval kitchen. It's basically just a humungous table in the center and some primitive ovens along the walls. Also, four of the chefs from the restaurant I used to work at are there, preparing for a cooking contest using the bug salad outside.
I don't remember the eating of or cooking of the bugs, but I remember both happened. Now is the most important part of the dream. I partially wake up and look at my clock, but go back to laying down. I realize, "This is a pretty damn wierd dream..." yet I keep dreaming. I have lucid dream
ed before, but it never happened like this. Normally, I realize within
the dream that I am dreaming, but this time I woke up a bit in real life but continued dreaming anyways. I observe the chefs discussing their accomplishments in the kitchen after the bug-cooking contest, but then I have to cut the dream short because I realize that I have some important, time-critical things to take care of in real life.