Date: 9/27/2019
By pinkstar16121
I remember being down in my basement doing some work. I remember feeling like it was smart to be down there because there was a storm, but eventually I decided it was time for a break, so I made my way upstairs to get something to eat. I actually skipped dinner last night because I went to my room and fell asleep. So, I don't know if that's why I was thinking about needing to eat. As I was ascending the basement stairs, it was like I was retelling the story simultaneously. As I ascended, I felt like something bad was gonna happen like paranormal. I wasn't scared though because even though I was experiencing it, because it was being narrated, I felt like I was really just listening to a creepypasta or true scary story that happened to someone else. I was wrong about encountering anything paranormal, but when I made my way to the kitchen, I opened the fridge or it might have already been open because I saw the open container of leftover sausage broccoli and cavatelles that is in my fridge irl on the floor, some of it spilled on the floor, and it was pretty much all eaten. I immediately blamed my cat who mooches off food all the time. I was upset, not knowing what I was gonna eat at the time I decided to go get something, but suddenly being reminded that I could have eaten that. I was kind of in the mood for pasta. Actually, I don't know when it happened in the dream, but I remember seeing a box of Penne pasta on the kitchen table. It wasn't only the leftovers, which actually was like the only thing on the shelf, but I found a couple cartons of ice cream and some either ice cream sandwiches or Klondike bars in the drawer where we keep vegetables. It was empty otherwise, and of course, the ice cream was all melting because it should have been in the freezer. I was so mad, like what idiot put ice cream in the fridge? I never ended up eating anything.