Karen

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Necromunchkin

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I wish to thank you for the random incursion into my dreams last night. We were at a restaurant with an elegant Victorian decor and enjoying delicious neo-asian cuisine specializing in fish with a french flair. You recommended a wonderful merlot wine that had about thirteen years vintage that was very heady and went well with the meal. I dont' think either of us were even bothered by the fact that all the waiters were wearing giant animal costumes like pigs, bunnies, and racoons. Nor did we take particular notice of the string quartet playing in the background made up entirely of plastic anatomy-type skeletons, aside from noting when they did a cover of Dead Can Dance. For future reference though, I get to at least pick up the tip.

Jim
 
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I was dreaming about aligators in Minnesota.
I was swimming with them and he got close and I went for my knife, which is always in my right pocket... but it wasnt there. :(
 
Freud would be more likely to consider Karen a representation of your mother and the fact that she never cooked you a good dinner (i.e. you'd like to sleep with her).

Jung would rattle on about Karen being a projection of your frustration archetype being solved.

Either way, Merlot!? Pinot Grigio (Perhaps of the Rose variety) is surely more suitable? :p
 
Necromunchkin said:
I wish to thank you for the random incursion into my dreams last night. We were at a restaurant with an elegant Victorian decor and enjoying delicious neo-asian cuisine specializing in fish with a french flair. You recommended a wonderful merlot wine that had about thirteen years vintage that was very heady and went well with the meal. I dont' think either of us were even bothered by the fact that all the waiters were wearing giant animal costumes like pigs, bunnies, and racoons. Nor did we take particular notice of the string quartet playing in the background made up entirely of plastic anatomy-type skeletons, aside from noting when they did a cover of Dead Can Dance. For future reference though, I get to at least pick up the tip.

Jim
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HAHAHAHAHA! That sounds like an awesome dream :lol:
"neo asian cuisine with a french flair and 13 years old merlot?" my goodness, you sure we have never met before? :lol:
Animal costumes waiters? oh my, This is wonderful.
I need more details: what was the restaurant like? were there other people?
Dead Can Dance is one of my favorite bands!
This dream sounds like my life: Goofy (animal staff) yet with expenssive taste (haha) and with dark side (skeletons) and Dead Can dance???
thats awesome!
I picked up the tip? wow.
How much was the bill ?
shoot, that totally sounds like me, that what I normally do on first dates!
TOO STRANGE!!!!!!!!!!! :tickled:



EDIT: what happened at the end?

You sir, are being repped. Big Time!
 
derek said:
Either way, Merlot!? Pinot Grigio (Perhaps of the Rose variety) is surely more suitable? :p
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NAH.
The myth of 'red with meat white with fish' died somewhere in the late 50's.

*I* would probably choose a "lighter" wine than a 13years old merlot for a neo asian french flair fish (too many seasoning, too many flavours: wine needs to be light)
but that dream sounds so cool, who am I to change it :D
 
There were only a few other people people, speaking in what sounded like ancient Mayan (don't ask). But they seemed ghostly. The restaurant was two stories, bar below, food on the loft. The view was an urban yet foresty sort of gray place. And I wanted to pay the bill (about 230 with the wine) but you refused on the basis of, strangely, ballroom dancing. And you even noted the preference of a lighter wine except this was such a unique vintage you though what the hell. So thanks for the lovely evening in my dreams, Karen. :goggly:


Karen, re: the end of the dream: Sadly, did not complete the waiter in the blue pig outfit was offering a choice of creme broulet and some sort of dakr chocolate cake for dessert, and I recall you showed me these fascinating black spiked heel boots of yours that went up to the knee. you noted that the tattoo on my arm was serpentining under my skin and there was a question of whether or not it was trying to move across my body. You threatened the waiter for trying to sniff your black stilleto boots and it was time for dancing. but then I awoke to a cat trying to crawl on my head, so I never saw where the destination was.
 
I get no dreams with board women. I get the rest of the dream's odd situation style quite often. But no one I know or talk to shows up very often. :(
 
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