dream

[asterroc]

As I went through the checkout line at the grocery store, the cashier took each of the live chickens in turn, flipped it on its back, and ran it across the scanner. You see, farmers had started microchipping them all, and the cashier was scanning the microchip, which I guess included things like weight and price.

There's a little vignette in my head of a hand holding a white chicken's belly and rubbing her past the scanner, her feet curled up as she cocks her head around to watch her price on the screen.

Comments

[gemini6ice.livejournal.com]

This dream was well-written. Too many people tell their dreams in a slow way. "I was at a grocery store or a supermarkte, or I think something like that, and I was checking out. For some reason, I had live chickens, but I don't know where they came from."

The expression of disorientation, I think, is what makes many dream-tales uninteresting. They need to be told as straight-up narratives with as little hemming and hawing as possible, as you did. :)

[zandperl.livejournal.com]

It was such a mini-dream, there really was no reason to go through a very lengthy explanation. I mean all it was, was about 10 seconds of standing in line with the cashier checking out my chickens and placing them on the belt after.

There was no disorientation during the dream, everything was matter of fact. The only new thing was the microchips. I wonder what the cashiers used to do before the microchips - did they have to weigh them on a scale, or did the hens just have bar codes stuck onto them?