I dream I am ordering a burrito from Robert Redford. He is behind the cutout window of a little makeshift stand inside a large building, maybe a low-rent lobby but more the feeling of a second floor nonprofit, part workspace and part shelter. There is a handmade note attached to the side of the flimsy stand telling what they serve, and there are three different kinds of pork, so he needs to explain them to me. He is completely warm and kind and gives me his undivided attention. There are other people waiting, but he acts like we have all the time in the world. We talk about all kinds of things. The conversation feels flirty and fun. At one point I look at my feet and tell him I have forgotten what I wanted to say. A Mexican woman arrives to tell me the third pork option has something mixed in with the pork. I understand everything she is saying except the Spanish word for what is mixed in. She goes away and returns with this four foot long bundle of branches with dried leaves. I think it is the leaves she is talking about that must be added to the pork mixture, and then I follow the curve of the branches with my eyes and see they are covered with raisins! (After I wake I wonder if they ever do this, leave the grapes after the harvest, let them dry on the vine and then gather them together like this in the pruning process. I look up the word for raisins. Did she say pasas? Uvas secas? I don’t remember now.) At one point in my infatuation, of being so drawn to Redford, I am leaning in toward him while we talk. “Too close,” he says, and then he goes back to whatever he is telling me. There is no judgment of me in his warning, no recoil in him. I am just reminded in his warm, quiet voice to back off a bit. There is such sweetness in it all. I wake up filled with pleasure (and hungry for a pork burrito).
Aah getting too close to Robert Redford…..what a delicious dream Riba!! :-D
Oh, delicious is the perfect word for it, Madhu! He was so warm and kind, and it left me with a lovely feeling. It was FUN, too, talking with him—exactly how I might imagine.
Redford may have been hamming it up. ; )
Now, are you making a pun, my dear, because of the different kinds of pork??!!?
Or just a cute comment? Because he was definitely in high form, I would say, all amusing and witty and warm. :)
yes, a pun, because I love the way dreams pun for us. Still pondering the magical woman who brought the bough of dried grapes.
Just for now, won’t pun around the 2nd story or the uvas, but there may be something there. Mostly, let me thank you for sharing this fine dream, which I enJoyed taking on as my own. Happy burritos… : )
Mmmm. Makes me want to eat pork. ;-)
One of these years I want to do a blog that is all dreams (sleeping dreams). I am not 100% certain I want to throw them all up for interpretation, but they seem like such rich fodder for writing. And I know I would enjoy writing them up each week, too.
And there would be no need to come up with ideas for blog posts! There would be endless dreams to choose from. :)
endless dreams, Riba — good name for a blog and maybe even a band.