I was at the dinner table with my family. The dishes kept coming out to the table, and I held back on the amount that I ate because I did not want to eat it all. That’d be considered rude, and make it so that there was not enough food for anyone else.
After the last dish was finished, everyone got up from the table and it was claimed, by no one in particular, that the perfect amount of food had been made. I didn’t particularly care, but as you could read by how this story is going that I was still hungry. I didn’t care because I have little patience for not being served enough food, and I got my keys to go out.
“Where are you going?” My Mother asked. I told her I was going out to get a pizza. This made her angry, and since it was a dream we started tossing containers of spices across the room. They smashed and glass exploded everywhere. While I lived with my parents I had a history of hoarding food in my room.
I went to get my cats and leave. My visit was over.
Two things to note:
*The same goes for a visit to my grandparents, or a “free meal” given by employers. If I can’t eat my fill I would rather not be imposed by your food. I feel that leaving for more food would be an insult to you, and I take it as an insult that you are wasting my time.
*I eat more than twice what the average person does in a sitting, and I eat the same in a sitting regardless of whether I eat a meal once every three days, or three times a day. When I have been working out all bets are off.
I take my personal bias and do not make a big deal about it when food is offered. They are trying to be nice, and I accept their efforts. Not to mention culturally “free food” is highly accepted with gratitude, with me being the exception. Dreams such as this are a constant reminder to be wary of visiting my parents.