This dream experience is something to be pondered. It all started when I saw images of my old armory where I used to drill when I was in the National Guard. There were remnants of what we usually do during drill weekends.

Then it was lunch time and the meals that we were given were made by caterers. This usually means that the meals were a bit better than if they were made by the mess section.

In this particular instance, I didn’t take any meals, or maybe I do what I always do, I wait until the line have less people. One thing I hated is to stand in a lunch line.

I decided to go outside to the store to get something. But when I went to the store that I usually go, there was a sign saying that it was closed, because the store is feeding the less fortunate today. I went down the block, and it was the same thing. The store had trays of food set up for anyone to take.

I could see the baked chicken in gravy in one of the trays, it looked so good, that I decided to have a piece. I grabbed a paper plate and the server put a drumstick on the plate. When I took the chicken smothered in gravy that was put on the plate outside the store to eat it. The chicken became brittle and dry.

Since I was in uniform, I didn’t take the chicken back to complain that the chicken sucks. Instead, I just went out of sight and threw the chicken away.

There was another store, I went in it because I wanted to get some chewing gum, but that store was also closed from doing its normal operations and had a set up to feed the less fortunate. But in this instance, I saw a fellow soldier who was in the store. He asked me what I was doing in the store and cautioned me that we’re not supposed to be getting any of the food designated for the less fortunate and the command won’t be happy if they found out what we were doing.

Well, I didn’t really go into the store to get any of the food, I thought the store was operating its regular business. Since I’m there and saw the plate of food that the other soldier had. I thought that if he could take some, so can I.

This time the chicken was in the pot; I could see that other soldier with a nice juicy piece of chicken straight out the pot. So, I took a plate and went behind the counter to the pot to get a piece.

I opened the pot and stirred it with the big spoon that was in the pot. It looks like stew chicken with some nice pieces of chicken inside. But when I started to take a piece the contents in the pot turned into just skin and bones in gravy and it looked nasty.

I wonder what kind of metaphor that this represents and what message my subconscious is telling me.

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