Dreams of Recent Months
My black Oriental Shorthair cat, Nathan, was a famous New
Orleans chef. Looked good in toque and kerchief. I found this
confusing -- "Wait, is he my cat, or is he a celebrity
chef?" Next morning (in real life) I made him a little
toque, but he did not like it.
The famous California restaurant The French Laundry was opening
a branch in N.O. on Orleans Avenue. To promote it, Chef Thomas
Keller was doing a guest appearance at the Camellia Grill. I
made him an amuse-bouche of a penny-sized disc of beef marrow
on a mandolined potato crisp with a dab of creme fraiche. All
this seemed to make perfect sense until I woke up.
My friend Kirin was working at a cool store downtown (not
sure what kind of store or where "downtown" was).
I wanted to go see her. My method of getting there was to body-surf
several miles in a shallow, polluted stream. At the halfway
point, I realized Kirin had done a watercolor project on the
bank of the stream and thrown her brush jars into the water,
so I had to be careful of the broken glass on the streambed.
Unfortunately, I never got to see Kirin -- the dream switched
to one where I was a black high school girl going to a dance
and someone had stolen my dress.
My house was haunted by an evil presence. I was scared. Chris
was impatient with my fear and announced that he was going out.
I begged him to stay, and when he refused, I said I would go
with him. He said he was sick of me and I couldn't go. Terrified
of being left alone with the ghosts, I jumped on his back to
keep him from leaving, but he backed up against the wall and
tried to scrape me off. I am not aware of feeling insecure in
my relationship, so this is fucked up.