b1-66er:
09:45
second sleep dream
no morning drugs, water, or electrolytes. Yet. This is my "ramp out" day (3rd day of eating, last before fasting -- although that won't be happening tomorrow as TA departs town).
... On with the show ...
<I'm eating some kind of holiday meal (T-day maybe?) in a house that's sort of a cross of Scorpion Manor with the house I grew up in. There are a few people I know scattered around the dining table.
I've decided I need more food and go to the central buffet table...
I'm THRILLED that a couple of the small custard pastry cups I like have been overlooked by the feeding swarm.¹
I take my booty back to the table.
When I use my R hand to eat with a fork, my index and middle finger won't uncurl and appears to have developed a mild tan. {Think arthritis, after falling asleep on the beach.} Except I'm dream TANNED, like normal people, instead of PINK like I do.
Entirely I'm not really upset, just a little defeated feeling.
"That's new•" I say, holding my arm up like you would when you find a cool rock on a river bank.
DENT is sitting just around the table corner to my R.
"Let me see," he sez and grasps my hand to examine it.
I'm immediately offended. "Get your hands off me!"
He lets go and adds a mild apology.
{To settle my dismay, apparently} I go back to the buffet and get a piece of apple pie.
<AS YOU WOULD IRL>
¹ to envision this, think: pastry peanut butter cup filled with a fairly good custard. These are not items in familiar with IRL {at least not YET...AND YOU JUST KNOW you've gotta watch those things at a buffet...
That's nothing more than food poisoning swamp waiting to take you under.}
[EOD]
<Everything's pretty easy and obvious here... With some minor twists, this is essentially a replay of my mom's Memorial Meal...
...Except for the Snarling b1-66er part...
At least, I don't REMEMBER myself snarling.
L's been experimenting with some egg substitute concoctions. That's part of what's going on here.
There's also some anticipation of tonight...
LV Mary and the Robot family are getting together with us to watch the last Aviators fireworks display of the season in downtown Summerlin. We're eating at Lazy Dog [big rectangular wooden tables, not unlike my dream]. Ice cream afterward.
-fin-
>
DENT: I feel honored to have made at least cameo in your dream.
👍👍
b1: get your hands off me.
I've been holding off on sending dreams to you (and The Reaper) because I have trouble seeing how MY brain filtration process is going to make YOUR life better (including possibly injuring someone's throat I DON'T EVEN KNOW)...
... But it's TRULY remarkable how good/exacting dream recall is.
The detail. The subtlety.
And REALLY weird when something's MOSTLY right, but some things are very much not.
D: I usually hold off reading your dreams until I put down the scalpel, because, well you know, I get twitchy. . .
b1: THAT'S funny.
(Although it's always embarrassing to be laughing at my phone when TA is in a bad mood.)
