Dream journal

I had the weirdest dream last night. It started out involving Ying, and walking on water, and clocks, but in the end it changed. Lisa’s mom had told Mommy about a bakery near their house in Menlo Park, so we went there with Shra and some of her guy friends, and Al and Geraldine. The owner turned out to be Asian though it wasn’t an Asian bakery. We ordered vast amounts of beautiful munchies, and the bill came out to be $191, but we weren’t upset. We thought it was quite justified. We had a beautiful cake, which I don’t remember at all, but it was somehow very cheap, only $21.50. And we had ladyfingers, and a dozen gorgeous pears, which were, for some reason, plum-colored, matte (as opposed to shiny), and very squishy without that yucky mealy texture pears can get when they’re over ripe. The pears were so special that they were $12.99 for the twelve of them, I remember. I only got one, but I wanted more. Allison and Geraldine wanted these cheesy stickers that said ‘You’re #1!’ on them, those were $1.50. And then there were these raspberry strudel sticks… not authentic European strudel, but those sticks of pastry you can get at any supermarket or coffeeshop, the ones with the slits on the top and the fruit filling in the center. We had four, and I ate three of them. Shra and her friends left to go shopping after we finished the cake, pears, and ladyfingers, and I started talking to Mommy. She had one strudel, and I just ate the rest, one after the other. I was in the middle of the third one when my alarm went off and I woke up. Normally, I don’t really eat things in my dreams, I only think I’m eating them, but this time I could feel and taste what I was eating. The pear was wonderful and juicy and sweet, and the strudel was perfect too. I could taste and feel the buttery, crisp, flaky pastry, and the sweet raspberry jam, and the crunchy little sugar crystals on top.

Half an hour after I woke up I was at La Note having brunch with Huy. La Note makes wonderful croissants, but I didn’t order any pastry. I didn’t need to, since I’d already eaten three strudels…

[This post was imported on 4/10/14 from my old blog at satsumabug.livejournal.com.]