I was on this battleship or cruise ship. I am not sure which at this point. I was wearing red plaid punk/bondage pants, a black t-shirt, and paratrooper black leather boots. My hair was also short and dyed white and red. 

The ship started sinking. Everyone abandoned ship and swam against the current to a cement embankment. There was a walkway on it. We walked towards the city. It was an expensive looking urban city maybe like in Canada or New York. The other people were wearing leather jackets, leather pants, black pants, and mohawks. It was someone’s idea to go into this military diner.

We walked in dripping wet and headed for a table. All the military in the establishment were staring at us. They were all in dress uniform. A waiter came by and said, “Oh, when I advertised free chocolate, I didn’t think anyone would come in for it.” He started shoving chocolate in front of everybody to try and embarrass them into leaving.

I didn’t take a piece of chocolate. There was one piece of chocolate that was white and red. I thought that chocolate is me. Everyone else did take a piece of chocolate because they didn’t care that the waiter and everyone else wanted us out of there.

One guy that was with us was in the army though. He ate at the bar instead of at our table. The food there was expensive, and he spent $100 on a burger and drink. I drank water. I was broke. We had walked several miles to get there. I was exhausted to the bone and my feet hurt. I didn’t care though. I didn’t care about everything. I knew that we would leave soon, and the military people who didn’t like us could just wait.

Black and white photo of table with food dishes on it. Location: Michigan, USA.

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Filed under: dreams,photography,writing - @ 13 February 2012 14:59

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