i had a dream about food last night. i dreamed that I was at a table with my friends, and could eat none of what was in front of me. they enjoyed their meals and took great satisfaction in the eating of the foods. I knew I was not supposed to eat, but I suddenly realized I was stuffing my face with food. I looked to the table next to ours and realized that their food was even more off limits. I knew it was not good for me but I was so overcome with gluttony that I began to voraciously consume whatever I could reach. I was rebellious in the eating of their food. I was angry that they were allowed to eat the food, and that I was not supposed to. I did not care if the food would kill me, i was too angry with the injustice that I needed to act out. I needed to eat the food. I realized that really all of the food was the same. all of the food was bad, or at least a little off. Some foods were reserved for other people, but it was all made of the same stuff. the only difference were the tables, who was at them, and where their hearts were. I knew not to eat the food, but not all of them did, or at least not all of them understood. and the ones at the separate table? it was the same food but in a different place a place removed from the rest of us.
