May 27, 2018
I am the co-producer of a movie actually more like the technical director of the movie. Hillary Clinton is in the movie playing one of the parts. She has to travel from Los Angeles to DC. When I see her I know she had to travel all that distance to get here and is apparently in good shape. She is refreshed and ready to go. She is not one for detail so I have to explain the technicalities to her such that she is able to carry out only her actions. For her to remember more is simply ineffective. Plus I don’t want to tell her too much about the movie because there are a lot of sex scenes so it is best to just tell her the technical details of her scenes.
I am now on a coffee break with my friend Sasha, she is here on a short term assignment. I am looking through the pastry cart at the offerings available. The coffee smells delicious. There are so many pastries to choose from. I spot a double decker pastry I like. I reach for the dish with one hand while pouring my coffee with the other. At the same time, I’m chatting with Sasha. Distracted I look down at my pastry and realize it has changed. I am frustrated because I want the other one I chose. I internalize a thought that says to me, “I should have known the dream would change the scene on me, (apparently I am aware I am in a dream).” I slap the pastry dish down on the counter to look for the one I desire. I feel it is near me. I look and look and look, turning around several times to find it. I sense it is close but I don’t see where it might be or who might have taken it from me. I feel they are playing a hide and seek or bait and switch games with me. It occurs to me to check my pockets. I reach behind me and in my back pocket are the pastries of my desire in perfectly wrapped single servings portioned out for me. The pastries have multiplied. As I pull one out of my pocket there is another on it’s heels remaining in my pocket. I pull one after another after another until four pastries are sitting on the counter. There seems to be an endless supply within my back pocket.
~~~~~ DREAM ENDS.
When I did wake up i had a pain in my ankle just above my heel. Since dreams always enjoy word play I point this out since the word also showed up in a physical sense. I also thought it interesting that my friend Sasha who I hardly know was in the dream. I wonder if that is close to Santa and if that is a play on words. I put the reference here for future use. I like the message of the dream because it is an indication to me that what I desire is already in my back pocket. The highlight of my day is always my morning coffee and danish.
Last night I find myself at a bar where I have invited my friends to celebrate with me. I am unsure what exactly I am celebrating. Daniel Neusom (not sure where the name comes from) is the bartender. He has expensive tastes so I know the service here can’t be cheap. Everyone is given a round of drinks except me since I don’t care to drink. Daniel tells me I can pay for the tab on my way out. I didn’t think I’d be responsible for the entire bar tab when we ordered but I want everyone to have fun. Daniel says if I am concerned about the tab I can also choose not to pay it and simply leave. The second option doesn’t sit well with me but I do not know if I have enough to cover the tab or how much the tab is. I’m afraid to ask as a part of me doesn’t want to know but I also don’t want to shrug my responsibility. I ask Daniel how much it is. He looks at the sales slips and sums it up. $38 dollars he says. Believing the tab to be fair I tell him to charge my card I want to close out the tab to leave. He proceeds to do so.