This late-morning’s dream:
Milkshake at the Black Eyed Pea
I’m at a Black Eyed Pea restaurant, but not any real one that I know of. I want to get a milkshake. Reese Mack is here with his sister; they’re sitting at a table. I walk up, say hello to him, he briefly introduces me to his sister. I shake her hand, then realize that I probably ought to kiss it like she was a countess. I do that, she laughs, then sits down, and they both ignore me.
I want a milkshake. I am not seated at a table, just walking around; I decide that if I want one, I’m going to have to get it. So I go get a tall cup, and find the soft-serve machine, and pour myself a shake. I am trying to find a waitress to pay for it so I can leave. I have a $5 bill in my hand, and I realize that it would be more than the milkshake costs, but I think I’ll just give them that much, and go. I finally find one, and she is dismayed that I made the shake, and also that it is way too full. She takes it from me and is trying to find a lid to put on top of it. I walk around a while, then I go over by the back door, and I see that she has put it down and people have dropped crud on it – looks like sand or crumbs. It’s gross now, so I don’t want it – I am fed up, and just walk out the door. I look back at the restaurant, and get a strange suspicion because I can’t see the sign – I look for it, but can’t see it. Drizzle is falling very gently through the air, making the bare trees look like they’re covered with tiny dots of light. The dream ends, and I realize that I’m lying in bed – I think I was just on the edge of being lucid.