Just woke up from a very unsettling dream. I was in an ice cream/bakery locker, where there was a ton of packaged ice cream and desserts stacked up along the walls. I got the feeling it was old. The air in the small room was stale. I was in there with another family and we were looking at the items in the room like one would look at animals in a petting zoo.
My eye caught a cardboard box—like the kind you'd get from a store if you bought a dozen donuts. The box had a cellophane window on top and contained 5 or 6 living "pastry men" replete with eyes, noses, mouths and little moving arms.
They had been in there for a very long time, I recall someone mentioning 90 days. All were halfway wrinkled and dried out.
Again, I had the feeling I was observing something in a petting zoo. These were alive. They had eyes that moved and arms that fluttered about.
I pause and observed a knee high old man emerge from a storage space on the wall. He had blue skin (all you could see was his face) and wore a "Where's Waldo?" type red and white stock hat, sweater, scarf, and pants.
He was holding an ice cream cone and had pink ice cream dripping sloppily all over his mouth. He remained silent and then disappeared.
My attention once again returned to the living pastry men, only to discover that some had exploded. Upon further examination, I noticed the explosions occurred because they were forcefully ripping themselves apart.
I watched as the leader, a red, whose body and one eye was half dried and wrinkled, fruit sized pastry who was supposed to resemble an apple, trembled, then violently ripped himself in two leaving only the grotesque aftermath of spilt brown pie filling in its wake.