oh the blood, oh the blood, oh the massacre.

I had a dream I was at some kind of food court that served Andersen’s ice cream. I wanted to order but the auntie selling the ice cream called me cute and gave me a big plate of ice cream with different kind of flavours. The ice creams had a distinctive taste to them, with a kind of chewy thick kind. Something like sticky chewy chocolate from swensens. I was on the phone with Ayu explaining to her how I got the ice cream and her standard response was “best nyeee…. I also want” and along came my standard reply, “ok dear one day we go eat”.

As I was enjoying the my plate of ice cream, I saw a malay lady selling mee bakso. The kind with yellow noodles and had awesomely tasting meatballs. And not to forget the awesome chilli that comes with it. I left my plate of ice cream alone and made an order with the makcik. The noodles was not the typical soft yellow noodle(where it had been boiled for too long) or was it too hard. It was just perfect. Along with the chilli, the moment I took a bite out of the meatball, I could taste it’s wonderful soft meat. I was about to call Ayu to explain what a fucking awesome bowl of mee bakso i was having when I suddenly woke up.

I like it how I remember my dreams so well. And like you, I have no idea why I was dreaming about food.