Dream of Rice Cakes, Pork Trotter Rice & Drunk Sister. seoDescription: Dream of sharing late-night snacks with family, tasting rice cakes and pork trotter rice, and comforting a drunk sister. Memories intertwine before waking up. seoKeywords: rice cakes, pork trotter rice, drunk sister, family, late-night snack, memories, emotional entanglement, dream interpretation
I dreamt I had an older brother and an older sister, and they were taking me out for a late-night snack. It was a shop with a three-character name I'd never heard of. They said to me, "This place is super famous, you didn't know? It specializes in rice cakes and fried chicken." Then they took me into the elevator. The rice cake shop was on the third floor, and surprisingly, it took up the entire floor. There really were so many rice cakes. Then I dreamt I spent a long time picking out rice cakes—sweet ones, savory ones, all sorts of varieties. I even put a lot back because they tasted bad and I couldn't finish them. Then I realized it was getting very late, so I went looking for my brother and sister, and went downstairs. Downstairs, I saw my sister drinking at an outdoor stall. She seemed to be heartbroken about something. I said to her, "Sister, don't drink anymore, let's go home." My sister drunkenly asked me, "Are you here to lecture me too? Why are you... here too? Do you think... I'm pathetic?" Damn, my heart skipped a beat, and I immediately changed my tune. "No, sister, it's just too late now, we have to go home." Then I glanced at my watch—8:20. "Sister, you can drink for 30 more minutes at most, the two of us can't go back too late." Then my sister went back to drinking, and I saw her collapse. I figured she probably didn't have much consciousness left, so I wanted to help her remove her makeup and get her some honey water. Since our house was very close by, I set off. On the way home, I saw a pork trotter rice shop, and a memory suddenly flared up. I saw myself and my brother eating here; I ordered the pork trotter rice, and it was incredibly delicious. But my brother told me the best thing here was the pork intestine rice. So, as if possessed, I went into the shop. I wanted to order the pork intestine rice, but the proprietress told me it would take a long time, that all the rice dishes take a long time to make. So I asked her for whatever bowl of rice could be made the fastest, paid, and left. I immediately started running home to get the makeup remover and honey water for my sister. Then, halfway there, I ran into someone night-running on a bridge, and then I woke up.