I remember as far back as hanging out with Lori Herrett and her friend. I asked her how tall she was and she told me 7'5" and I said, "and you're wearing heels, too, right?" and she said yes. I went over to the bar (we were in a restaurant, very crowded) and Tammy Arellano was there and she offered me some kind of BBQ'd meat (it turned out to be pork) that had some kind of juice or sauce on it and a powder of some sort to dip in. I accepted a piece. Almost the second it was in my mouth it made me sick.
This guy came along and spit in my hair. I took it out with some tissue and proceeded to look for him because it pissed me off. I ended up finding some one who was scraggly-bearded and old, but it was not him. It still ended up getting to him that I was after him.
I was sitting in this giant booth that looked like an over-stuffed leather couch with Lori, Tammy and a few others.
I went down to the kitchen to wash my hands? He eventually followed and got in my face. Some one had tried to warn me about him-how the kitchen had "ruined" him. He handed me this beaker that looked like it held scrambled eggs with chives and told me to eat it. I stirred it around with a spoon and found out it was mostly salt-there must have been about two cups in there-and told him there was no way I was going to eat it because it would kill my kidneys.
He had been smiling and watching me up to that point. His smile turned to an angry scowl and he told me that I was going to have to eat it. He then produced a hatchet which he threw at me. It landed at my feet. He tried throwing another one and I dodged that one. The third one he threw managed to cut my forearm but it didn't change my mind.
Earlier in the dream I had been organizing some one's art studio or classroom. It ended up being an art professor I'd admired, I think. Some how we had ended up hanging out and I told her that I had only painted one painting in the last year.