Monday, October 26, 2009


Just this once, I remember what I dreamed. I had a rough, and a short, night because yesterday afternoon I went to The Vault to see whether I could meet up with another local NaNoWriMo participant (no). I sat and listened to the Threnody, wrote a poem, surfed the net, and drank an Americano. Then I drank another Americano, this one half-caf. I came home, made dinner, etc. until 9:30 p.m., when I went to bed, because my alarm was to go off at 5:15 this morning. At 1:00 a.m. I was still awake. I had forgotten the warning I received, that The Vault's coffee was very good, but that it would take the top of my head off. Lesson learned. Anyway, this was my dream:

I was standing at a counter, waiting. The woman beside me said that her husband had wanted to come back (here) to see what he had to share. She pointed at a jar on the counter. It was filled with small, egg-shaped objects that were labeled GUM. I picked up the jar and held it out to her. She took an egg, and I took one. My egg (gum?)had a chocolate shell and a liquid centre. The label read "chocolate-absinthe flavour." I was just biting into it when my alarm went off.

How annoying. Damned alarms, going off just when things are going to get interesting. And apart from the chocolate-absinthe label, this was such a pedestrian dream. No flying, no time shifts, no weird animals. Why was this one so memorable? Oh, well. Time may tell.

Heigh-ho! Heigh-ho!


John Hayes said...

I don't know that chocolate absinthe is exactly pedestrian!

AngelMay said...

Lucky you woke up or you could have ended up like this:

AngelMay said...

Let's try that again.

Lucky you woke up or you could have ended up like The Absinthe Drinker by Degas.

(Apparently links don't work in comments - at least I don't know how to make them work)

Barry said...

Dreams are fascinating and extremely frustrating.

What DO they mean?

Mairi said...

The absinthe would certainly have counteracted the coffee, however good it was. Chocolate - wonderfully addictive, absinthe - famously addictive, coffee - just plain addictive. Someone in there is trying to warn you about indulging in second cups.
Your running for the bus piece was fairly harrowing without the benefit of backup music.

Sandra Leigh said...

John, I gather it's difficult to be a pedestrian when you've been drinking absinthe -- at least, the lady in AM's (Degas's) painting doesn't look as if she's in any shape to walk.

AM, I just copied the link and pasted it into a new window. Thank you. I'm glad I woke up, even though it was five-fifteen in the morning.

Barry, I have absolutely no idea -- but people keep saying that I should remember them and write them down to aid in my writing, so I'm trying,

Mairi, I know better than to drink second cups of coffee. Ordinarily, I don't drink more than two cups in an entire day. This was late in the afternoon, and I had already had coffee in the morning. I must have been out of my mind.

Karen said...

In my most vivid recent dream, I was in Paris. My husband said it certainly saved us a lot of money!

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