I just woke from a weird one.
I feel like I should preface it by saying two things. First I am a vegetarian, I don't eat any meat. Second that I have a fear of fires. Not a fear so much as an instinctual "Let's get the hell out of here!" that I think was implanted in me as a child when my father, a looky-loo, would see live footage of buildings burning down on the news and GO TO THE FIRE, take me out of bed sleeping to go watch the building burn down. I remember watching a furniture store burn down while sleepy in my pajamas sitting on my dad's shoulders in Pennsylvania. Another time it was a neighbors house I was woken up to watch burn down in the middle of the night.
Okay. So in the dream I was with some friends who dropped me off at an Arby's, then they went away somewhere else. I was sitting in a corner booth eating a roast beef sandwich. I was halfway through the sandwich when I thought, "I shouldn't be doing this, this is meat! What am I doing?" but I continued to finish the sandwich. The Arby's was on a hill in a newer neighborhood. There was nobody else inside the restaurant, it was very calm. But outside it was melee. There was an entire neighborhood of homes, we call them McMansions, completely engulfed in flames. It was like looking out the window and seeing all of these houses on fire:
People were running around everywhere, the flames were getting closer to Arby's, fire trucks and sirens and chaos. But inside Arby's? Totally calm. Not a care in the world as I ate that sandwich. THen towards the end I thought, "I can't be eating this. Morrissey will sense the meat in my system and not want to kiss me."
Then I woke up.