The Noodle Dream

~ beetleypete

I was reading a post about dreams on Maggie’s blog the other day.

SoCS – Dream a Little Dream

That was a coincidence, as I had woken up from a vivid dream that morning. It is not unusual for me to have dreams, and for those dreams to often be unusual in themselves. But on this occasion, I could find no explanation whatsoever.

The Noodle Dream.

I was living here in Norfolk, and I was the same age. I wanted to buy some noodles to add to a Chinese meal I was planning to cook that night. I wanted fresh ones for preference, but dried would do. I set off in the car, and headed for Tesco, the largest supermarket in the nearby town of Dereham. I know it well, so went straight to the area where they sell Chinese, Indian, and other foreign food products. Not only were there no noodles displayed, there was no empty space where they should have been.

I managed to find a member of staff wandering past, and asked her if they had any noodles in the store-room. She looked at me quizzically, and repeated “Noodles?” I nodded. “Sorry, never heard of anything like that”. Was her reply. I left that shop and walked across to another supermarket situated on the same shopping complex. The same thing happened in there, with a young man shouting across to his supervisor, “This customer wants noodles, do you know what they are?” She shook her head.

There are three other supermarkets in Dereham, so I drove to them all, with the same events played out in each one. Becoming exasperated, I drove out of the town to two villages where I knew I would find smaller grocery stores. One of them is run by an Indian lady. She shook her head at my request for noodles. “What are they like?” She asked me. “Spaghetti”, was my suggestion. “Oh we have that, it is with the rice and cooking sauces”. In the second, much smaller shop, I not only confounded the person serving at the counter, but she got a group of other customers involved too. “This man wants to buy noodles. Does anyone know what he’s talking about?” They shook their heads in turn.

By now, it was getting dark, and my only other shopping options were over twelve miles away, in Swaffham.

So I returned home, with no noodles.

If anyone thinks they know what that was about, I would love to hear it.

60 thoughts on “The Noodle Dream”

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  4. For what it’s worth, I don’t think it’s possible for anybody else, even with ‘qualifications’, to interpret our dreams, because the circumstances that cause them are so individual that it defies a standardised explanation; which is no help whatsoever to you Pete, I know, but the dream will either mean something or it won’t, so not worth worrying about! Cheers, Non 🙂

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    2. I doubt I would have given it much more thought, if it hadn’t been for Maggie’s post.
      And I have just returned from Tesco with fresh noodles, so perhaps it was ‘subliminal advertising’? 🙂
      Best wishes, Pete.

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  7. From a different perspective (dreamers who dream):
    Chasing something that should be readily available, needing to move through time and space to confirm existence, finding no one who could corroborate that things are as simple as they seem.
    The flow is the seeking for what is known to be in existence, but people who should know what it is don’t know, don’t remember, or hide the fact of it.
    The next stage is taking action by ‘driving’ from place to place to seek some form of confirmation by others – which doesn’t come. Still in the dark, still with no answer, the journey back to self is made to consider whether the world is really as it appears to be, if expectations of the known are changing too fast to chase/keep up with.
    That’s my take. I’m not sure if it’s tongue-in-cheek or not, but I did a lot of reading of dream psychology for a project, and the recall slid to mind like sage-butter sauce (for the soba noodles).

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  14. Dreams make perfect sense when it’s happening, and mostly no sense at all when you wake up. Your dream sounds like the common chasing after or searching for something. Yours happened to be noodles, which is probably irrelevant.

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  17. Now there is a challenge : Sigmund Freud wrote a an interpretation of dreams but the great man has gone now.
    I’m sure you remember the Rolling Stones ‘ You can’t always get what you want ‘ and thats the key . I cannot compare you to Mick Jagged he was wealthy and must have got most of what he wanted , but how ever wealthy we may be there is always that illusive thing out of reach.
    Humans are never quite satisfied they suffer from a sort of
    restlessness it keeps us going as long as possible.
    So there you have it your inner dissatisfaction with life revealing itself in a dream.
    ‘Let down the Bars , Oh Death—
    The tired Flocks come in
    Whose bleating ceases to repete
    Whose wandering is done —

    Thine is the stillest night
    Thine the securest fold
    Too near Thou art for seeking
    Too tender to be told.’

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  19. I know!!

    from The Free Dictionary :-
    use (one’s) noodle
    To use one’s own intelligence and intellectual ability; to think logically and rationally. (“Noodle” here is slang for head or brain. Often said as an imperative.)

    I think you might have lost yours! 🤣🤣

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