I Had A Dream Last Night

Last night I dreamt that I was walking along a tree lined street whilst holding the hand of a much older man whose face was blown up to the size of a watermelon. As we walked, he gave me advice on how to make salami sandwiches and just exactly how important it was to get the olive oil between the cheese and cold cuts without overpowering the taste of french bread.

Then the man turned into my friend Ryan and we were surrounded by dogs and the barking was incessant and my head felt just about ready to explode when I said, "Let's get the fuck out of here" and all of the sudden we were at a charming bookstore where hipsters and older people came together to look smarter than they really were while sipping lattes or wine.

Suddenly a waiter materialized from thin air and brought overpriced sandwiches and my favorite wine from New Zealand while a band played jazz in the book store's open air cafe and a fan blew air into my already frizzy hair.

The sandwiches were almost as pretentious as the people who frequented said bookshop with none of the substance but were soon redeemed by carrot cake and a red velvet cupcake that tasted like heaven personified.

Then I stumbled upon a book that cost almost thirty dollars written by that lady that always impersonates Sarah Palin on that live show from Saturday nights and thought Good God almighty that's a whole lotta money for a book! but bought it anyway because her huge man hands on the cover excited me.

Soon the dream moved from night to day and I awoke to find myself in a gray dress and six inch heels clicking inside a huge building with multiple floors as the sound of opera eminated from one of the rooms. I found myself in a pitch dark room and there was a beautiful stage on which a man sang of true love and the hardships of expressing your feelings to your beloved while an orchestra played below him.

Later I had wine and ate a giant cookie and suddenly heard the sounds of laughter around me. Multiple voices which could only belong to Cubans were singing and talking loudly and drinking beer and just the typical madness of a house party at a Cuban household. Then in the distance I heard someone say, Hey, hey... Are you awake?

I groggily opened my eyes to see the face of a man I didn't know but who looked down kindly on me as I adjusted my vision to the twenty-something people in the room singing karaoke and laughing.

"You've been out for two hours," he said.

"Who are you?" I responded.

"I'm Leo. We were introduced when you walked in the door and said you'd had a great time at the opera but somehow it had made you sleepy. Then you sat on the couch and next thing I knew you were dead asleep on my lap."

I had a hard time differentiating between dream and reality but this morning it was Easter and although I was due to have lunch and some drinks with Leo and new friends, I decided to forgo it in favor of my mother's hammock and a book.

I found myself thinking just how odd it was to be all alone on a holiday, but felt content to be enveloped in the sound of silence. Not even the dogs barked as I laid suspended on air and looked at my book's cover in amusement.

Someone pinch me.