Weird Dream

I juat woke up from a weird dream. I was in a different apartment, and my late wife Karen was still alive. I was preparing to leave for the day. There were a plate of treats on a counter next to the door. They looked like strawberries and whipped cream in a hot dog bun, but the bread was thicker and had a yellow tint to it. I took one, and Karen gave me an "Oh. Brother" look, like saying: I don't think you should do that - you are trying to be healthy.

As I started to leave through the door, I decided to morve a fern from inside the house to outside the house, The fern was in a pot, and was 5 feet tall, and a bit skinny, like a corn stalk. So I was going through the door backwards, dragging this fern with one hand, and holding a pastry in the other. I would tug on the fern with my left hand, and try not to squeeze on the pastry in my other hand. We had a covered entry way on the porch. It wsa raining very hard outside, but I was under the awning, so I stayed dry.

All of a sudden, the fern turned into foam rubber, It didn't look like a lant anymore. it looked like a 5 foot tall, 3 feet wide, 3 inch think sheet of foam rubber. I turned to look at the pastry in my right hand - it had turned into as piece of foam rubber too, with pink stains on the edges. I was cunfused sabout the plant transformation, but upset about the change in the pastry. I realy wanted to eat it, and I felt deprived.

I went back inside, leaving the big sheet of foam rubber on the porch. I lifted up the foam pastry in my right hand, but said nothing. She said: Tough Luck, you can't have another one. I was disapponted because there were a few more on the plate. I noticed some strawberry chucnks that had fallen out of the bun onto the rug as I left earlier. Karen nodded as if to say - ok, you can eat that. So I knelt down and scooped them up and nibbled on them.

Then I looked at my fight foot. My shoe was gone, and had been replaced with cloth and some kind of binding cord. There were multiple layers of cloth. The outside was almost completely covered in binding cord in a tight spiral pattern. I started to unravel it. I was very upset. Karen asked me why I was so upset. I said because I had no idea how this happened. I did not know where my shoe was. What made me the most upset was that this was the second time it happened, where I come home, and my right shoe has been replaced with something of inferior design and materials.