The Soup and the Unexpected Sandals

Just recall a few fragments of my dreams. A man stands with me, probably [person A]. I'm hungry for food. I prepare root vegetables with cream then bring it to a restaurant, where we sit with another man at the same table. He seems to be an acquaintance of [person A], but I don't know him. He is eating a bowl of vegetable soup with almonds. Just looking at him whets my appetite. My desire to order one unleashed, I tell myself that the salad I made can work perfectly as a side dish when the man says to [person A] he does not want to finish his soup. I see it as an opportunity. No need to order another one. I watch [person A] eating the soup with a spoon. I stay silent. I wait for him to pass me the soup, but he never does. I am still starving but am afraid there is a disagreement. For now we have to leave the restaurant. It is not very amusing.

A vision of a dream: [person B] seems well

intentioned and friendly. I hardly recognize his kindness, surely because I have not seen him for a long time.

Last piece of the night. I vaguely remember [person C] judging something she does not like. I feel exhausted and cannot engage in other people’s feelings. In order to preserve my energy, I have to go straight to the point. [person C] and I are in a shop looking for a new bed, when there is something about the furniture she sees as an inconvenience. The base is made of two assembled pieces made to go under the new mattress, which I believe is strong and well built.

In the garden of this house, I dream that under the tree, in the same spot where [person D] and I used to take a break, when suddenly he appears with two pairs of shoes: one is beige, while the second is a cute pair of black sandals. What a nice surprise.

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