Patrick Stewart is running away from a shop owner chasing him with a machine gun. He falls, and some money flutters to the ground. He saves his life by reciting some lines from a Superman TV show, which the gunman loves. Hearing Sir Patrick recite them is soothing to the gunman, and he's entranced.
I pick up the money and duck into an outdoor dress shop to escape some approaching gangsters.
I make small talk with the girl inside the tent-like structure. She's one of two workers (it's a family business). Her father is with another customer.
She takes my measurements.
I say, "The big girls one should work fine," referring to a very tiny dress that's being advertised on the wall for larger women. It's stretchy and ruffly and looks like something a small child would wear to a tap dance recital.
"Can I pick this up?" I ask the girl, meaning later.
She becomes someone else who looks a little like a young Liza Minnelli, and a weird smile creeps onto her face. She nods. She seems to trust me, even though I haven't paid, but do I trust her with a face like that?
She takes my measurements.
I say, "The big girls one should work fine," referring to a very tiny dress that's being advertised on the wall for larger women. It's stretchy and ruffly and looks like something a small child would wear to a tap dance recital.
"Can I pick this up?" I ask the girl, meaning later.
She becomes someone else who looks a little like a young Liza Minnelli, and a weird smile creeps onto her face. She nods. She seems to trust me, even though I haven't paid, but do I trust her with a face like that?
I need to get out because I can see and hear some gangsters shopping next door.
I go a little further away to a taco stand where my friends are. Someone complains that they are out of avocados.
"Steve hates not having guac at his Taco Bell," remarks one of my companions.
"What is an avocado?" asks someone else.
I say, it's that, then I point to some layered green food a man is holding that only looks like avocado. Actually, it's more closely related to a cucumber or a zucchini when I take a closer look.
"Steve hates not having guac at his Taco Bell," remarks one of my companions.
"What is an avocado?" asks someone else.
I say, it's that, then I point to some layered green food a man is holding that only looks like avocado. Actually, it's more closely related to a cucumber or a zucchini when I take a closer look.
Then I see another man come up to the stand while eating 5 huge layers of avocado at once. The original avocado was two or three times larger than his head!
THE INTERPRETATION
I think this is pretty straight-forward. I've been dreaming about Star Trek, and I think it's just a reminder than my Paramount+ subscription is expiring and I don't have much longer to binge Picard.
THE INTERPRETATION
I think this is pretty straight-forward. I've been dreaming about Star Trek, and I think it's just a reminder than my Paramount+ subscription is expiring and I don't have much longer to binge Picard.
I've also been thinking about taking a dance class, but I hesitate due, in part, to concerns about my weight. And I just had a conversation about Liza Minnelli.
The dream takes place in California, and all of the neighborhoods I go into are Mexican, which is probably just my brain trying to process my daily Rosetta Stone Spanish routine. I get really excited about the possibility of picking out words in Spanish while I'm out and about around town, like I was trying to pick out words in the conversations of the gangsters in the stores next to me. So far, I've understood bits of conversations about someone's dog, and someone's food at a local barbecue. I wish I knew more, but the lessons are starting to get rough.
The dream takes place in California, and all of the neighborhoods I go into are Mexican, which is probably just my brain trying to process my daily Rosetta Stone Spanish routine. I get really excited about the possibility of picking out words in Spanish while I'm out and about around town, like I was trying to pick out words in the conversations of the gangsters in the stores next to me. So far, I've understood bits of conversations about someone's dog, and someone's food at a local barbecue. I wish I knew more, but the lessons are starting to get rough.
