Last night I dreamed about Legend of Galactic Heroes.
Cling wrap, stuck together and not flattening out.
I dreamed I was in school and I couldn’t remember which locker was mine. They were square like Japanese shoe lockers and similarly, had no locks. So I guessed which one was mine and was able to open it; I was wrong. Mine was the row below. 22-something. I didn’t know what books to take to class and someone said, “All of them!” and I was incredulous; I couldn’t take all of them, there were too many and they were too big and I had no backpack. So I grabbed what I could.
Herr T was teaching Japanese. I was laughing at the long-winded translations we were assigned to do. I thought, “Leave it to the Japanese language to require so much to say so little.” And then I said, “I don’t know why I’m doing this; I hated school when I had to go. I’m an adult–why the hell am I here doing this when I don’t have to?”
People were playing soccer outside. I believe Mary was one of them.
Last night I dreamed that I was struggling with something and I was watching anime and in the anime, the answer was the power of music, of tones. And I said to mom, “What clearer answer do you need?” She said, “I keep saying I need to do the crystal bowls but then I never do.”
Last night I dreamed that it was my last day in Toronto so Plushateer and I were going to hit Kaji one more time before I left. However, I had a feeling as we were driving to Kaji and I googled it and told her, “It’s Wednesday; Kaji closes at 8. It’s 8:15.”
So while that was a bummer, we ended up at another little restaurant with kind of a French cottage motif that Plushateer thought was really cute, much to my surprise. Instead of tables we were seated at a couch with kind of a coffee table in front of us. The menu was huge and I was having a hard time deciding. The first few pages were kitchen products for sale, including a chef’s coat that matches one I have.
I was feeling badly because I didn’t want to hold up the place. I explained to Plushateer, “By 7:30, my people have the kitchen all broken down. That last half hour before closing is stressful because they get mad if people come in. Now it’s 8:15 and this place closes at 8:45; they probably don’t even want us here.”
But in the meantime a couple of businessmen-looking guys came in and were seated somewhat close to us and they had the air of people who were going to stay awhile. So that took some of the pressure off. A guy came over to take our order and I told Plushateer to go ahead, that I’d decide by the time she was done ordering. I kind of knew what I wanted but the menu was so huge I was having trouble finding it again.
She ordered something like an oysters rockefeller and requested, “The oysters be well done because she won’t eat them otherwise” and I said, “What do you mean? I can eat ’em raw. Unless by ‘she’ you mean you..?” And we started laughing, including the waiter. I still hadn’t ordered my food but we were both going to get lemonades until he informed us the lemonade came from a powder and I said nevermind, I’d take a Coke. Which, after I said that, I really just wanted an iced tea.
I never did order because then I realized I was dreaming and sitting on that same couch, menu in hand, I told Plushateer, “Oh, I have to remember to blog this!” And started recounting the dream to her.