A Nice Dream...

I woke up at 2:30 AM on Saturday morning, after having this dream:

I dreamt I was at Lake Orion in the kitchen, making a fruit salad (of all things!) I was there with a friend I know from various poetry clubs and her brother, also a poet in the same clubs. They are both musicians, BTW and, no, I have never actually met them in person. They had brought along another friend, a portly gentleman I didn't know.

While I was cutting up a watermelon, I heard the sounds of voices singing, acappella. So, I went out on the porch. Their friend was standing there, next to the window, Shabetei (that was her name in the clubs) was lying in a lounge chair on the front grass and her brother (his name in the clubs was Oleono Boozle - hey, I never said poets were "normal;" I'm not normal, myself) was on the dock fishing.

But they were all singing old Peter, Paul and Mary songs. So, I joined in. Each of us would mess up a verse or two, but it was wonderful. Then I woke up.

I immediately knew where all this was coming from: the piece about Wavy Gravy (I assume he was the third guest). And, I am worried about making it out to the lake this weekend. I had so much to do and now my garbage disposal finally, totally crapped out. I have been using Rick's trick and turning the thing with my allen wrench every couple of days when it stopped. But, Friday, when it stopped, I couldn't get it to turn, no matter how much pressure I applied. And, when I really torqued it, I either loosened or broke something in the drain pipes, because I had water under the counter and onto the kitchen floor.

I cleaned up the mess (throwing away a soggy box of Brillo pads and a box of dishwasher detergent) but now have to buy a new garbage disposal and fix the plumbing.

But, damn, that was a nice dream...