From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   Buffet?   
   The dreamer was standing in a line with an array of food items laid out on a   
   table, like how a line of people pass by and each diner picks items to place   
   on one's plate.   
      
   The dreamer picked a slab of meat that looked to be around 1" thick and,   
   although it was shaped between a square and a circle, had a width dimension of   
   around 6" (diameter of circle, 6" x 6" as a square.)   
      
   There was also some element similar to a pan of mashed potatoes, and some   
   innocuous element of choosing/declining what all was to be selected for the   
   plate.  The dream was less than perfectly clear during the dreaming, so any   
   fuzziness (evaporation) is    
   more like a lack of clarity during the dream itself, clarity 8-.   
      
   Alien blood samples:   
   Aside from the dreamer, there was one other tech (technician, a person capable   
   of drawing blood using a needle/syringe/phlebotomist, could've been a male   
   *or* a female, it just wasn't clear in the dream) an alien (sort of an   
   amorphous figure of a person,    
   except imagine a skin of white, cloud-like (marshmallow?) appearance, even   
   though [he(?)] used human speech / language to some extent.  There was also   
   another person, like a lady of perhaps her tougher 40s, maybe 50s, like a   
   "head nurse of the clinic"    
   type person.  Only the alien / white cloud figure was different from the   
   others, assuming the dreamer was human as well.   
      
   The action begins with the dreamer being given the task of drawing blood   
   *from* the white-cloudy-guy.  There were no apparent veins or even arteries,   
   so the dreamer just jabbed the needle into the "cloudy guy's" forehead and   
   attempting to draw back the    
   plunger so as to fill the cylinder of the syringe with blood.  (Obviously,   
   this was not the vacuum-type blood collection tubes used in most medical   
   facilities today.)   
      
   Only about 0.1 ml of blood was collected (*maybe* 0.15? based on an estimate   
   of a photo of various syringes I just looked at online) and the dreamer shows   
   the syringe (containing red blood) asks the nurse plaintively, fearing what   
   the answer would be, "   
   Is this enough?"   
      
   "No," says the nurse, flatly, and whether it was said or implied, the message   
   was clear: [Go back and get enough to fill the syringe.]   
      
   The dreamer returned to the cloudy-white guy, who curiously enough *could*   
   have had my face, but if so, it was *obscured* by the full-white envelope   
   around him.  I'd really like to describe this "alien" better, but how?    
   There's the "Stay-Puffed    
   Marshmallow Man" in the movie "Ghost Busters", but that actually looked like a   
   puffy, sailor-dressed marshmallow.  The Pillsbury dough-boy looks like a pudgy   
   little figure made of dough.  The alien looked humanoid, but with a *layer* of   
   cloud-whiteness    
   for flesh / skin.   
      
   At any rate, the dreamer dutifully jabbed the needle back into the forehead of   
   the alien, still unable to see any veins or arteries (although the dreamer was   
   only scanning around the neck, rather than the arms or anywhere else.)   
      
   The alien spoke a word of admonishment, something like, "maybe that other tech   
   can give you some tips," as though the other tech obviously understood the   
   process and knew what s/he was doing.  (I use "s/he" not because of any   
   "pronoun confusion," but    
   because I'm unclear as to what actual gender the other person may have been.    
   That happens in dreams, ya know.)   
      
   The dreamer had a job to do: to draw blood from the alien.  So the dreamer   
   just jabbed the needle back into the alien's cloudy, white forehead and drew   
   back on the plunger of the syringe (in an attempt to draw more blood.)   
      
   There was the *sense* as the dream ended at that point, that the dreamer   
   either was *or would eventually be* successful, so the dream ended there,   
   clarity a bit "cloudy" as it were :-)   
      
   I had a thought to dig out a voice recorder last night in order to take some   
   verbal notes in the middle of the night so as to remember a *batch* of dreams   
   (that have since evaporated) so those are about the only two that I remember.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)