Ok, this is what I dreamt last night. I would love to hear what it might mean. (even if I don’t believe in it)
I was trying to get somewhere. It was a journey that would last several days, but I wasn’t sure where I was going. I had this PDA-like thing with me that had a map to show me where I was going. It had a touch screen and a pen.
Together with a friend who was with me for some reason we arrived at a town late at night. There was a restaurant there, with outside tables outside. There was four guys sitting at the one of the tables. One of them I could only see partially from behind, but I was sure it was George Costanza. My friend went to get a coke from the dispenser, but instead he filled a little from each type of soda. It took some time, because when we went to find a table we could see that George had disappeared. Instead there was a rather scary looking red haired guy sitting there.
After that we travelled further into the town by car (don’t ask me where it came from). And as we drove I could watch the map on the PDA thing. The road we were on was at the very edge of the map. That would mean that what looked like more city to the right only was an edge texture. We were at the edge of the world.
Finally we stopped at another outdoors restaurant, still at the edge of the map. This one wasn’t actually outdoors, as the second floor and up of several nearby buildings were combined and hanging over the restaurant. The restaurant owner, a short fat guy with a mustache, which looked a little bit like Mario, was complaining about how there was no power to get from the texture at the end of the world, so he had to stretch several wires all over the restaurant. He was also complaining about a gorilla that was terrorising his restaurant.
We sat down at one of the tables, and could see the restaurant owner standing in the corner, looking a bit confused. There was a door behind him, and it started to open. Out came a man in a gorilla suit. He waited for like 10 seconds before attacking the owner. Somehow I just couldn’t shout and warn him. But now several people were battling the man in the suit, and I grabbed his legs, making him fall over.
One guest at the restaurant removed his mask, and it was the same person that George Costanza had been replaced by at the first restaurant! Quickly another guest threw some lego pieces into the guys mouth, and he started chocking. He started shouting for a doctor. I could see the restaurant owner just standing there, doing nothing.
Then I woke up.