Holga: Ford Lake (by Matt Callow)
Dreamed that I was trying to see a band play, but in order to do that, I had to cross a murky body of liquid. Upon closer inspection I was disgusted to see that it was, in fact, a pond of poop/magma that I would have to navigate, in a little rowboat with one paddle. Whoever had created this had liberally sprinkled it with confetti, to make it “fun”.
Luckily, I found a back entrance and did not have to worry about falling in to the glittering sludge. Upon my arrival, I was given a bowl of lentil-sausage soup. I sat down and was delighted to see it was more sausage than lentil.
Poop and soup. Those are my dreams.