Yeay!! I finally had a dream last night I can record!!
Yesterday, I recorded that I vaguely remembered being torn between two magical camps - last night seemed to be a continuation of that - in one I a part of an army that's battling toy bears. Yes, toy bears, carrying tiny swords and muskets, being led by a brown bear that came up to my knee, but was taller by a head than the other bears. As cute as that seems, and I do recall laughing at the scenario, the fight is in deadly earnest.
The other camp is much more technological, although all weapons are powered by mental capacities I feel very out of place in both camps, because I do not want to fight at all...
I walk away from both groups and find myself in a line heading towards a cafeteria, and splitting a group of women. I apologize and make way for the woman, sporting a short, curly black hairdo, behind me to rejoin her companions, and am struck by her conversation. She is talking about going to a place where people are encouraged to eat with a dagger, and she is a very proud owner of a lovely blue steel blade. Somehow this reminds me of "Sting" from the Lord of the Rings, but instead ask her if she knows anything about the S.C.A. She says she does not, and the whole group invites me to join them so I can tell them more.
Before I can do that, I notice that there is a lineup at the front of the cafeteria/ restaurant, and tensions are rising among the patrons. I excuse myself from my group and step into the role of hostess, handing out menus and seating customers. I even find myself in a colonial style uniform - a long red flowered dress, mob cap and white apron. I feel puzzled, since I remember that I never worked in a restaurant before...
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