dreams

Dream 22, June 10th, 2021

The first thing I remember is that I am sitting at a freaking booth in a restaurant. No drink, no food, I am staring at the check-in counter! My "family" comes in, they were labeled family in the dream but they actually weren't. They were all wearing black suits and had black shades on with the same "look". All men I think, not sure, they looked like "Vincent's" bodyguards in the first dream to be completely honest. I stand up and come over to happily greet them, smiling and all. All they do is nod and wave, the main one, he actually said, "Greetings," how nice of him. I follow the group trying to strike up a friendly conversation because it's "family" you know? The restaurant itself was kinda lousy looking, it's color scheme was like egg-white and that bland yellow with tiles. It had some cracks, webs in corners, stained tables, old chairs, stained walls, basically it was aged. Nothing too bad about it, sort of like your average Coney Island that your grandma used to go to as a teenager that never improved itself to the times. Leftover food from past customers still littered the tables and nothing was neat. I remember seeing the restaurant staff rushing around and sweeping the floors with their heads down. The "family" did not slow down in their walking as the waiters and whatnot tried to quickly connect tables together and find chairs for everybody since their highest seat capacity for a table was five chairs. It was frantic, to say the least watching them put tables together with around eight to ten chairs around it. Even I felt stressed and was wondering if I should help them. I tried to reassure them everything was fine, to stop wiping down the table for the fifth time or to stop sweeping the ground at which the table was because nothing was there. Still keeping their head tilted down, no eye contact or anything, they spoke quick with little, "No, no, it's ok!"' and, "Just one more time, I promise." It was polite but I felt really uncomfortable with the weird special treatment, it did not bother the family much; in fact, they were tapping their feet impatiently and crossing their arms! I once again asked simple questions to spark conversation with the suited men and it might as well have been like talking to a brick wall. The staff finished their panic-infused clean, I said thank you and we all sat down, I remember trying to sit down next to the window so I could look out of it- but one of the family-member-suit-man put a hand on my shoulder lightly while shaking his head no. I looked into his black shades and sat right down in that chair anyway. I can sit next to the window if I damn well, please. Once everyone was situated, the waiter came over and only took my order, not bothering to ask any of the other family members what they wanted. I ordered some coffee and felt, once again uncomfortable with being the only one getting their order taken, causing me to just get some fries. I get a feeling this is not my family (lmao, bout' time, I mean, they are all men in suits!). The waiter rushes off and not even ten seconds later do I get my coffee. Weird because it was made exactly how I liked it, too bad it tasted like garbage but dream-me kept drinking it anyway. I glanced around at everyone, noticing the restaurant was empty and that creepily, they were all freaking staring at me. I chuckle, "how was everyone's day?", they just all nod, no words. The main one, however, "Good," was all he replied with. I stare at the main one, "That's good!" I don't really have much else to say so I just stare at my surroundings. I noticed no music was playing, the outside was NOT moving, and that I could not even hear the chefs in the kitchen cook. "Uhmm, sooo...what are we doing here? Y'all didn't order anything and- (can't remember rest)," I questioned them with a little bit of hand movement and dare I say sassiness. It bothered me that one: I didn't know these people even though I thought they were "family", two: only one has said a total of two words, three: everybody here seems to fear these guys and me included, and four: these men literally all look the SAME. Same head shape, facial structure, hair, goatee, suit, shoes, shades, everything! Like they're the men in black or something. My fries get delivered as I wait anxiously for a response. I gave a quick thank you but the waitress was already gone. I do not eat as I wait. Some might eat in stress, I however do not. They do not respond. Enough with this creepiness, I smile more and take a deep breath, "Ok then, none of you want to talk it seems!" I let my arms hit my sides with dramatic effect, "We'll just stare at each other and fade into the abyss!" I eat a fry and take a sip of coffee. I look out the window admiring the stopped time, looking at leaves, people in mid-motion, that type of stuff. I stand up and take a hat off the wall, put it on, and zazzle my way around the dining room out of boredom doing weird shit with my arms. I gasp at finding a walking cane next to a table. This evokes more stupid things from me, lets just say I did "fancy" cane twirls and made various voices as I acted out really dumb scenarios because I had a hat and cane. Good thing I did not find a bow tie. I smirk and glance to see if the "family" is still watching me. They are! Even the ones with their back to me, their heads are turned around like an owl. I jump around a bit in randomness having fun seeing their heads follow me. I toss a creamer cup thingy and it bounces right off of one of their heads, I laugh at this. Now, getting more curious, I go to one and hesitantly grab him by the arm and gently yank up, he stands up! I direct him a little far off and tell him to keep still. I make his arms go in different directions, move his upper torso a bit to the side, I use the walking cane to tap his legs to where I want them posed and walla! He looks...I don't know but I find it hilarious. I settle down a bit and with a grin, leaning on the cane, I reach for his shades. My hand goes through his head??? He tilts his head and smiles a bit too wide with his teeth showing. Unnatural. That is the last thing I remember. These poor guys, they had to deal with my dumbass trying to tap dance and watch as I bonked myself multiple times in the head with a cane. For all I know, maybe I was supposed to order them food! So rude of me.