I normally don't remember anything of my dreams, so now when one has finally stayed with me I feel like sharing it. Or at least what little I remember.
The reason I remember anything of it is that it finally got disturbing enough to wake me. Not really a nightmare, just a really weird dream.
The most noticeable detail of this dream were the ever present shrimp. Not whole shrimp, just the meaty part of the tail with the end left on it like they usually serve them in Japan. They were pink so they were obviously cooked. Still, cooked and headless they were alive and crawling around and I remember that in the dream I felt they were unclean. Kind of like maggots.
I was walking with thin and dirty people, they were ignoring me and this was as it should be. They had shrimp crawling on them and even more shrimp were crawling on their babies that they were carrying in net sacks (the kind that potatoes and carrots are sometimes sold in) over their shoulders. The landscape was bleak and featureless in the way of dreams. A hut came up, a fairly big one. I walked in and the air was very bad, there were shrimp everywhere and on the left inside the door was a pile of babies in sacks reaching all the way up to the ceiling... then I woke up, checked that there were no shrimp in my bedding and went back to sleep.
I used to be annoyed that I couldn't remember my dreams, but if they're usually like this I'm kind of glad I don't.
And now it's time to sleep again, getting up to play tennis in five hours.