The dream takes place at the pool I used to go to as a kid. It was PACKED. Me, Anne, and some guy I understood to be my boyfriend (he had swooshy black emo hair and blue eyes) were sitting on a bench near the basketball court. We were using some app to order food from the concession stand. The intercom called us to a specific area of the pool to pick up our food, but when we got there it was swarmed with people who were clawing at our bag of food, ripping it apart, and shoveling whatever bits of food they could get down their throats. It reminded me of a zombie hoard. When the food was gone, everyone looked at us, laughed, then scattered. I walked up to the worker who had delivered our food, but he just shrugged and walked off. I took this to mean we were just screwed and couldn't get a redo of our order without paying again. I was LIVID.
The dream cuts to me in a wooded area by the pool. I'm starving since our food was eaten. I see a little bag of what looks like dried pasta in the dirt. I told myself it must be carrot-based since it came from the dirt. The pasta was in the shape of sour patch kids but were much larger (they essentially looked like people-shaped noodles and were multi-colored). I brought my find back to Anne and my emo boyfriend, and he exclaimed, "We can make this for my family!" We find a coffin sitting in the middle of the parking lot and decide it's big enough to serve the pasta in (wtf?). We pour in the pasta (it's already soft and noodley like cooked pasta) and two cans of tomato sauce. I then grate some cheese in (I have no idea where the ingredients came from- we just had them!), and Anne, emo boy, and I pick up the coffin and carry it to a secluded room at the pool where emo boy's mother, older brother, and sister are sitting.
We proudly place the coffin on the table in front of everyone. His mother and sister ooh and aah at the feast, but his brother scoffs and says, "What the fuck is that?" He takes a big bite of pasta, swallows, then says "Yuck, is that carrot!?" I get upset that he's mocking our dish, so I get really close to his face and say, in my most exasperated, sarcastic tone, "No, please laugh! It's not like we just MADE this for you! It's JUST free food we brought to you!" Emo boy's sister looks worried that I'm so angry, but the brother just laughs in my face. His mom says in an annoyed tone, "Michelle, can I get you something to drink?" (I think she was pissed that I got aggressive with her son). I refuse the offer and don't eat any of the meal due to my anger. Everyone else digs in. The brother continues to eat large bites of pasta, pretending to gag with each one.
The dream cuts to me sitting on the bench near the basketball court, alone. It's dark out, but there's a full moon that provides me with enough light to see. I see emo boy's brother come walking out to the parking lot. He's clutching his stomach in pain, and stumbling around. Suddenly, he stops in place. His eyes roll back and his mouth opens wide. Then, in a horrific display, his body splits apart, as if being peeled open from the mouth. I see a small orb fly out of the peeled body. The orb was in the shape of his head, and had a little tail on the end (like the "protoplasmic heads" in the Scooby Doo movie). At the end of the tail was one of the pasta people. I watched as the orb was sucked into the pasta person, then the pasta person grew to human size and morphed into an exact copy of the brother. It looked around, smiled at me, then walked off. I was horrified (and glad I didn't eat any pasta!).
The dream cuts to me in the daytime, watching in horror as more smiling people strut out to the parking lot (I took this to mean everyone must have eaten some of the pasta and were now consumed by the pasta people). I see my emo boyfriend stumble out, clutching his stomach, sweating profusely, with bloodshot eyes widened like saucers. He told me he could hear a voice, but that he HAS to fight it. At this point the dream shifts to his perspective, and I hear a whisper of a voice say, "Let me rip you, let me rid you of this flesh." I switch back to my perspective. He slumps down next to me and clasps his head. I'm worried he won't last much longer. I think to myself this would make a great Junji Ito comic! Then I woke up!
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