Milk pouch carting

I kind of regret not posting about this earlier in the day because right now I’ve already forgotten most of the details of what happened. Just prior to waking up I had a weird dream. In it, I think I must have been on some sort of weird competitive game show. I don’t recall too many specific details other than the fact that people were carting pouches of milk to some other location. I was in the starting location where there was a big supply of somewhat cold pouches. Nope, they definitely weren’t ice cold. It was pretty shady in there. I figure it must have been a barn because there wall were made of wooden boards. There was a rope dividing the two sides. I wasn’t doing any loading, but rather I must have been acting as a dispatcher of sorts. I was telling people were to go and what to do. The other team’s dispatcher was a young female with glasses and red hair tied back in a pony tail. She was a bit shorter than me and had a shrill voice.

Some people were carting out the pouches in brown leather attache cases. Others had a wheelbarrows with big loads of milk and plastic all kept in place with rope. They were coming in to load up, and rush back out to make the drop. At one point it was announced that time was running out. The other team had no one coming in to load up on milk. I remember starting to yell “SLASH IT! SLASH IT!” With no one but the dispatcher there, I figured that if people slashed the pouches belonging to the other team there would be no way for anyone to bring the milk over to the destination. At first no one listened to me because they were too focused on carting our own milk out of there, so I started yelling harder. Finally someone listened and started stabbing the pouches. The other team’s dispatcher started freaking out and shooing them away, but the damage was done. Milk was spraying all over the place, and in the heat I could smell the milk starting to go bad. I don’t fully recall what was going on with the milk at the destination. It had something to do with a big bowl of cereal with some people wading in there with these huge Froot Loop like things.

That’s all I remember. I swear, I’m shocked that I wasn’t actually yelling in real life. During the dream I could feel my throat starting to get hoarse; it was a weird feeling. God, what a strange dream overall though. I’m not saying that my dreams have to make sense or anything, but even this is pretty out there, eh? Hmm. Perhaps bits of “I Survived a Japanese Game Show” have seeped into my subconscious. Truth be told, participating in something like that in real life would be hella fun, don’t you think?

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