Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Unsatisfying Breakfast

In my dream, I'd just met my mom in a restaurant. We were supposed to have breakfast together, but they'd just stopped serving it. She'd already ordered, so she was safe. My only two choices were "Meat Pie," which looked like a mixture of meatloaf and dirt, or "Berries and Cream," which was blackberries mixed into this whipped cream. I knew that it would taste just like this stuff my ex-boyfriend's Belgian father used to make...one of the most delicious things I've ever tasted.

Jacob was our waiter, but he kept looking at us and laughing, shaking his head, then going to other tables. Everything was loud and crowded, and I kept thinking to myself "It's breakfast! All I want is an egg sandwich!"

The next day, in real life, I had a delicious breakfast: a garden skillet with two eggs over medium. It totally made me feel better about the dream.


jx said...

i had a baked potato at a restaurant the other day and accidentally punctured through the skin when i was eating it and crunched through this strange, powdery chunk that turned out to be mud. i had to just stop chewing and swallow everything in my mouth to get rid of it. so gross.

Reem Tara said...

Wait, that happened in real life? What the hell?

SophisticatedBrew said...

oooooh...egg sammich...sans dirt...delish.