"Chicken... rice... pork... lettuce..." A smell of delight and happiness. What a lovely dream, my mouth is watering.
I must be really hungry to even be hunted by food when asleep.
But it's kinda weird. Usually, when you dream about foods you should see them. It is even great if you're eating already. Don't you know that it's a crime to dream about all the delicious stuff in the world without even touching them inside the dream? Might as well wake up right?
I continued to sniff and move my head in the direction of the food. I can feel my head moving a little, however, I don't know why but it's so heavy I cannot move my entire body. And with that thought, I came to realize I must be sleeping inside my dream. Because if this is reality, I must be lucky to smell such heaven since I had no one to cook food for me at home. Totally weird, huh! Must be a dream inside a dream.
I slept without putting anything inside my stomach, so to quench my desire, I tilted my head and continued to smell the blessings being offered in an incomplete state. Just sniffing and nothing more. And this causes my drooling to even intensify.
"What an interesting sight." someone said as if laughing.
I frowned upon hearing that phrase. It was a man's voice. And as much as my curiosity kills me, I cannot do anything to get answers to the questions I am even having a hard time formulating in my head.
"Your Grace, I believe it is best to eat your food while it's hot." another voice said. By the sound of it, I believe the one speaking is a subordinate. He sounded like someone who has limited words and actions.
[Your grace?] I laughed at it.
If I could move, I may have scoffed. This situation is so funny that it reminds me of the stories I tried materializing. Being in an era of monarchy, royals, and nobles, with servants at the side assisting their owners. It's a good thing I cannot open my eyes, I may have already laughed hard.
[What an interesting dream...] I said to myself sighing. Almost pissed because of the fact that I cannot do anything despite being fully awake.
I stayed like that for a while. Hearing their talks which you can just count. The person who was addressed as "Your grace" who's answering in a one-line phrase, you can tell he must not like talking.
And because the room is so silent, I can hear the noises "His grace" is making while eating. Utensils clacking, the sounds of his throat sending me pleasure as the food came in contact with the inside of his mouth, his elegant munches, his gulps, and the thumps of the glass every time he puts it down the table after drinking his beverage.
[So much for ASMR.] I remarked as I am getting annoyed because of the fact that I cannot eat. How much suffering do I have to endure? I already starved in real life, and now even inside my dream. What a load of crap!
I sighed.
Remember when we were young and our grandparents used to scare us that if we don't eat before sleeping, our souls would roam around-- leaving our body. It would then rummage the kitchen to look for food. And if you're unlucky enough, you might be trapped inside the fridge or a casserole as the cover closes, not able to go back to your body anymore. And that's how you'll die in real life.
I used to believe that when I was little. But as I grew old, I totally forgot about it. It is only now that I came to realize it must be somehow true. And just like that, everything swept by until I felt myself getting dragged into the abyss of darkness once more. Me, believing that it cures my sleeplessness and hunger. Once I wake up, I should definitely eat!