in one I was 20 and at a restaurant and a woman stranger comes out of nowhere and buys me lunch...then kisses me across the table and sits down next to me, whoa! Where did that come from?
FURTHER, I dreamt I was running a hot truck, you know, lunch on wheels? I made and sold greasy sh!t like to kids at little league games. In my dream, SINCE I WOULD NOT EAT MY OWN FOOD, I told these kids midgame I was gonna go get my own dinner, back later, but they all followed me down the street yelling they needed their fried onion rings and burgers....
Ahem. Flowers on prettily rounded pots: that is comfort food for the eye...
(new pottery by Gary Rith)
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4 comments:
OOOh, I like the "well rounded" one!
You do have some interesting dreams.
You cooking greasy food? More of a nightmare. :)
Lovely blossoms!
I would have thought the kids would beg for your tasty pizza and tacos. Crazy dream!
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