I was watching a film. It was late at night. In the intermission I went out to buy food. Although normally people are not allowed to go out during intermissions, the security guard at the cinema was too hungry, and he let me out and asked me to bring him some snack when I got back.
I think the dream happened in Taipei or some southern seaside city of China. The night was hot and humid, with a vibrant culture of nightlife that resembles my experience in Taipei. There were lots of food stalls in the dapaidang大排档 (a Chinese and southeast Asian kind of open-air street food market made of a gathering of individual vendors), with lots of sellers and eaters in the street. The night was late but very alive. It was a quintessentially Asian city scene.
I went to the dapaidang and the abundance of foods was dazzling. I picked up a skewer of New Orleans chicken and put it in my brown paper bag, picked up some fried chicken burgers to put in another bag, and was happily bewitched in the abundance of delicious foods. (The way of consumption at that dapaidang was to pick up food from the vendors and put food inside of long brown paper bags, which, when filled, bulge out like skewers of tanghulu, or candied hawthorns on a stick, a Chinese dessert.)
Holding those paper bags, I suddenly desired them all, reluctant to have the security guard eat. But the security guard must eat since he was starving.
So in the end I brought back to him a LOT.
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