In my dream, I was at a Thai restaurant with Andrew. We were eating at a table outside. Just as our food arrived, we beheld a rather horrific scene, involving a homeless man - seated at a table not far from us. He was Marlon Brando and after making a huge fuss about something (I couldn't understand what he was saying), he stood up, walked to the curb, and vomited about 5 gallons of orange sludge into the street. It spewed out of him like a fire hose. I was horrified and tried not to look as he went back to the table and then back to the curb to unload another 5 gallons worth.
Andrew was trying to ignore him as he finished his meal. I had barely touched mine, I was so disgusted. The vomit was pooling in the street as a big steaming orange slurry. He must have done it around 5 or 6 times. I tried not to look but every once in a while I would catch the beginning or the end of his purge. His dining companion seemed unphased and unapologetic.
We decided to leave. I had not eaten my meal but I wanted to vacate as soon as possible. I was hoping the waitress would realize the situation and give me my money back, in hopes that it might restore my faith in the restaurant. But she just apologized.
Andrew and I drove to an office supply store because I think I needed some supplies. It was in a small village in some mountains. Quickly I forgot the supplies and realized I'd arrived at a very tenuous time. There was a Nazi invasion and they were targeting children. I knew some of the kids there and helped them to hide in some pigeon holes in a steep slope, hoping they'd be out of the way of the Nazis.
That's where my memory ends.
Most Unappetizing...