Had a dream that I was in a hobby lobby and saw an older man walking buy with a full cart, and sitting on the top of the pile of shit in his cart was a yellow box, sized like…something you’d put a third of a ream of paper into or something. Anyway, on the front, it said:
HAPPY MEAT
meat bowls
And it had on the front a picture of this thing that looked like a tiny cupcake tray, but each hole was domed in smoothly (instead of being cupcake shaped, so it made a bowl instead) and had a happy face on the bottom that would presumably be imprinted into the bottom of the meat bowl. Each bowl was only like an inch wide, so very small.
I asked the guy where I could find one of these, and he pointed me to an aisle. I wanted to read the box so I could find out who the fuck was making a tiny meat-bowl-making-tray called Happy Meat (meat bowls) and what they were even intended for. Unfortunately, that aisle did not have them, but I met 2 or 3 other people ALSO looking for Happy Meat (meat bowls). We asked a Hobby Lobby employee if there was another place we could find them and she pointed us in another direction.
Once there, we did not find the Happy Meat (meat bowls) there either, but found a directory that pointed us to yet another aisle.
(The directory said there was a whole category of these, but spelled it “Meet Bowls” which is somehow even funnier to me)
The group of people trying to find Happy Meat (meat bowls) was growing larger, maybe 10 now? We were all obsessed with the idea and basically started tearing apart this aisle, but found nothing.
I ended up breaking away from the group in my search and ended up in a creepy basement. It was full of dimly lit hallways with lights flickering on and off or rooms lit entirely in red or green, rusty doors, stuff like that. Silent Hill.
While I wandered in the Silent Hill basement, I became convinced that Happy Meat (meat bowls) was not a real product, but was instead some sort of memetic virus that was infecting people and making them obsessed with finding it. I was also convinced that I had been recording the entire thing with some sort of camera implanted in my eyes? And that if I played the footage backwards, it would be different from what actually happened and would reveal some sort of deep secret about Happy Meat (meat bowls).
I ended up escaping the basement and ending up in the refrigerated food section of Hobby Lobby (obviously). I left the Hobby Lobby and went to sleep. Woke up the next day to meet with some family (none of whom are my family in real life, of course). I started telling some aunt about the Happy Meat (meat bowl) saga, but she kept interrupting me to say that she was going to find it online. This happened to everyone I told, and they would become obsessed with finding it.
The moral of this story: if you ever see something called Happy Meat (meat bowls), then look away quickly or you’ll become infected. Also tell me where you found it.