Sunday, October 09, 2005

Beef on the Brain



This one's mine. Let the slings and arrows fly, cobags.

So this dream feels like I'm watching a film, there is a cinematic, dusty Western feel. I'm not in it. Paul Newman, or the Paul Newman-played character is in a Cool Hand Luke type sitch, the man totally has him down. He's working at some weird ski resort, except there is no snow anywhere. He has this horrible job of Sisyphean proportions. His job is as the sole staffer of the midslope cafe, which is more like a dusty wooden shack. They have one thing on the menu. This roast beef sandwich, which in the dream was clearly akin to a French Dip, not an Italian Beef. It clearly was delicious. In the dream it was called "Beef on Weck" (I know it is a real sandwich, but this wasn't it, clearly a red herring). Anyway, he's gotta to slice the beef, toast the bun, heat up the au jus and prepare a side of horseradish, and get everything together, except they never have all the items in his little hut, and the customers are really irate. He gets halfway through making one, and then he has to run down the slope and get another bun, or more au jus, etc. So he has two sandwiches made and ready to go, but needs to get one more thing, and some customer that didn't even order walks up and takes them off the counter saying "oooh, yummy sandwiches" or something like that, and he gets back, and some lady who ordered them is yelling at him about her sandwiches. Then his boss comes up and yells at him about how he's never going to work off his debt because he can't even make a goddamned sandwich right. At this point he's totally had enough. So Paul Newman just starts rolling these oil drums from the back of the shack down the hill towards the other buildings, and somehow they just start exploding everywhere and it's a little bit like the end of Apocalypse Now. He then goes into one of the buildings for some reason, and Marcia Cross, a la Kimberly from Melrose Place or whoever from Desperate Housewives (Bree?), is in there looking her most Kimberly (i.e. totally psychotic). She just says with that weird blink-less look "I love to watch things burn" as the building is going up like a blowtorch. At this point even having the dream I was all what the f***? Maybe I was worried about the sandwiches burning up.