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Jay Lake
Date: 2010-05-18 05:57
Subject: [personal] More of the dream log
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Tags:dreams, food, funny, personal, trains
This one was extended and disjointed, much like my night's sleep. I was working in a small office in a small town. Tried to get one of the women in the office to go to lunch with me. She said she'd meet me at the restaurant across the street, but she stood me up. I walked in their side yard a while, killing time in case she was late, when one of the waiters pushed me into the river. All the waiters were kids, about 10-12 years old, dressed in tux pants and white oxford shirts, and they stood on the riverbank to laugh at me as I struggled to get out.

I wound up in the kitchen, where I convinced the chef to let me cook. I prepared olives by stuffing them with blue cheese and slivers of flank steak, then battered them and deep-fried them. A culinary success!

After that I had to take the train out of town. It was a rickety local, ancient, battered Pullman cars with no service on board, but that was fine. I wound up in a train station remarkably like Portland's Union Station, though it was some dream-locale, not my own beloved PDX. A cranky woman who resembled my first wife (whom in real life I have not seen or heard of in nearly 20 years) was arguing with someone about a diorama of civic improvements to be made in the area. I got involved in the argument, cooled everybody down, and wound up making out with her on a train station bench while disapproving Pullman porters in spangled suits (think some Busby Berkeley version of the classic uniform) prepared a SuperLiner for a long distance ride.

I got dumped by this gal, too, missed my connection for the SuperLiner, and wound up hungry and alone in the empty train station.

Interpretation of this dream is left as an exercise for the reader. Feel free to contribute in comments

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Edward Greaves
User: temporus
Date: 2010-05-18 13:48 (UTC)
Subject: (no subject)
I know this was a dream, but those olives sound tasty. Was that a real recipe you'd run across before or was that wholely imagined through the dream.
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Jay Lake: food-ribs
User: jaylake
Date: 2010-05-18 13:56 (UTC)
Subject: (no subject)
The fried olives were completely a dream invention. I've never seen or heard of such a thing, though I can't imagine someone isn't making them somewhere.

But yes, quite possibly worth trying out in real life.
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shelly_rae: Raspberry Almond Tart
User: shelly_rae
Date: 2010-05-18 16:06 (UTC)
Subject: (no subject)
Keyword:Raspberry Almond Tart
Giada does them, http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/giada-de-laurentiis/italian-fried-olives-recipe/index.html
and NPR liked them. http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=5599184

So yes, I'll make em.
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User: shaolingrrl
Date: 2010-05-18 19:08 (UTC)
Subject: (no subject)
I'd come to a pitting, stuffing, breading and chatting party!
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Jay Lake
User: jaylake
Date: 2010-05-18 20:10 (UTC)
Subject: (no subject)
Makes me think we should have another party the weekend of my birthday party, cooking yummy things at Nuevo Rancho Lake the next day, perhaps.
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The NewroticGirl
User: newroticgirl
Date: 2010-05-18 17:27 (UTC)
Subject: (no subject)
Can I be invited to the dream-olive tasting party?
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Jay Lake
User: jaylake
Date: 2010-05-18 17:28 (UTC)
Subject: (no subject)
shelly_rae has offered to make them, but I can't eat them right now. So in July, yes!!!
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Kari Sperring
User: la_marquise_de_
Date: 2010-05-18 18:09 (UTC)
Subject: (no subject)
That sounds a little like a need to feel safe/secure/settled, while surrounded by things that cannot be relied on for various reasons and that are subject to various kinds of commentary.
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User: msconduct
Date: 2010-05-18 23:26 (UTC)
Subject: (no subject)
I'll have a shot. Woman in office who stood you up: your relationships with others which are suffering as chemo closes in. Waiters: your writing imagination which you can't get close to as there is no time/space. The rickety train towards home - as good a metaphor for the treatment of cancer with chemo as I've ever heard. Argument about civic improvements: conflict over the helping/crushing effects of chemo.

But with the olives, you're on your own.
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