Starting from what I can remember, I was driving. I was alone in the car. I was in some suburban road, no traffic. I was heading home.
I turned left from one street into a multi lane road. There was a car that seemed to come from behind me. It went past me. Not too fast or anything. Just regular speed. And then it took the right lane to turn or exit right. I just relaxed and paid no mind and let it go, knowing I was heading straight. As I drove on, there were two or three cars about to turn from that lane.
I was quite sure that wasn't where I was going. I felt like I would have to turn right myself in a couple of blocks, but not there. I was confident and didn't even look at the map on my phone. I seemed to have my music app at the time. As I passed the intersection, I then checked the map on my phone, and it was indicating I should have turned there.
I kept driving without panicking. But I did think about maybe turning around or something. As I passed another street, I saw a sign for halo-halo. If you don't know what that is, it is a popular cold dessert in the Philippines. It was a blue-ish or purplish sign nailed to a telephone pole. I turned right into the driveway by which the sign was placed. I figured I might as well check out this place while I was there.
By the way, I haven't had halo-halo in years. I think the last time I tried it was at the old Jollibee, and it wasn't so good. They had pre-made it, and the crushed ice kind of melted together and kind of formed into a more solid piece. And it was placed inside a cheap plastic cup, so it was tough to kind of stab at the ice to try and crush it without worrying about bursting the cup. Also, my kids were never into it the few times I had them try it. I think the last time I really enjoyed it was many many years ago at Little Quiapo. I must have still had been in college at the time.
Back to the dream. I pulled into the driveway, and in the end was the halo-halo place restaurant. They kind of had wooden, maybe bambooish tables and chairs, but it wasn't that clear in the dream. Somehow, without exiting the car, I was suddenly inside the little restaurant, seated at a table. I don't remembering ordering but someone served me. Only it wasn't halo-halo I was given. It was ramen. It was almost like the two were the same thing.
Anyways, it was served to me in a clear plastic bag, almost like cellophane, but rectangle or square shaped. Somehow the plastic was holding the ramen and the dark soupy water underneath it together. It didn't seem to be a problem. But I also remembering wondering if I should suggest to the proprietor maybe getting a bowl shaped plastic container, but I wasn't sure how much they would cost or whatever.
It was only after I woke up and thought about it and realized that the bowl shaped plastic container actually exists, and we actually got it from one of the ramen places from which we had ordered delivery a few times before. That is about all I can remember. I'm sure there were other events before the driving, but as of now, they have been erased from my memory. I got up and checked the time, and it was almost 6am. I lay back down and closed my eyes but never actually got back to sleep.
Interestingly, I had been eating ramen most days this week. It has been cold here, and we had gotten temps as low as 10F, so the hot ramen has helped warm me up.
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