The past few nights I've been having some freaky intense dreams. People I barely knew in high school at my grandmother's house, helping my son go potty. Strange to say the least. But the other night I had a cornucopia of weirdness and I had to tell Erik. My dream went something like this...
...teaching at a new school...not sure of subjects...or grades...walking through a grassy, willie-wonka type of field...some dead decaying cats...some living cats, but inside plastic bags...checking a deadbolt for a killer out to get me...killer is mad because Erik insulted his son's girlfriend...living in a dorm...more cats in bags...
After explaining all of this to Erik, he responds with, "I dreamt about Danny Meyer"
Of course you did. Of course, Chef.
Food is Love,
Hilary
2 comments:
Ha ha! Of course he did!!!
Thanks for the laugh.
I too, have been having some weird dreams as well. I RARELY (and I mean rarely) remember my dreams and I've been remembering them a few nights in a row.
:)
Ryan has kitchen dreams and he delegates tasks in his sleep like: "That has to go in the walk-in" or "You need to add more vodka." Last week he woke with a start and I asked him what was wrong and he said to me: "I was just dreaming the floor in the kitchen was really slippery!" And went back to sleep.
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