ice cream

I was in the family home where I grew up and I was eating ice cream. Not one, but a several ice creams in ice cream cones, each a different colour. In waking life, I haven’t eaten ice cream for many years so I wondered why I was eating it now. I didn’t enjoy it but I didn’t stop eating it, cone after cone. A big bucket sat beside me on the carpet, full of other ice cream cones. When I had finished eating them all, I sat and noticed how my stomach felt distended and fat, so large that it rested on my thighs. I felt gross and woke up.