Dreamscape

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!