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It's been a while since I've posted about a dream, but I remembered so much detail from this one I had to record it!

I dreamt last night that I was living with my college roommate in a one-room apartment somewhere in a town near water (in my dream it was still Srahtown, but Srahtown happened to be near water). The apartment was all one room, but it was very large, so I guess it was more of a loft. Is that what a loft is? For some reason even though we had all this space, we still had our beds and desks lofted like in college (that is to say, stacked up on each other so the beds are up at the ceilings above the desks). Actually, I'm not sure we ever had our room set up like that in college, but I know other people did. So we had this concentrated bed/desk area (right by the entrance for some reason) and all this empty space elsewhere in the apartment. I think I had just moved in, because there were no sheets or anything on my bed, but I think Roommate had been living there a while. This girl knocked on the door and introduced herself and reminded me that we had gone to college together. It wasn't anyone I went to college with in real life - I think she was just an invented dream character - but I recognized her in the dream as an old classmate, so I invited her in. She wanted to use our wireless Internet. A few minutes later her big hulking redneck boyfriend showed up to do the same.

We were sitting around the TV and chatting while they used the Internet, and then the girl said of somebody on the TV, "[X] is such a queer, CNN should just fire him." I don't remember who [X] was, but it was some real TV newsperson (not Anderson Cooper - I remember it being someone who probably wasn't even gay and might not even be on CNN). I got really upset and kicked her out of the apartment, saying, "Get out! Get out now! I don't want to hear that! No one talks like that under my roof!" She finally gave up and fled, but her boyfriend just sat there in the chair until he was done with the wireless.

Then I went to this market which was still ostensibly in Srahtown but the weather was kind of tropical and there were dirt floors. I was worried about running into the girl from before, but then I got distracted by the pushing, shoving crowds and the fact that there were four separate booths in the same area selling exotic flavors of ice cream. I wandered through the ice cream stalls, got a huge chunk of delicious chocolate as a free sample, then I went to look at produce. This woman (another shopper, rather than someone who worked at the market) saw me surveying the produce and picked up two giant green tomatoes (They looked more like small watermelons, and I'd say they weighed 5-10 pounds each) and put them in my hands. Then she handed me a great big onion, too, and told me something to the effect that black people knew their heirloom tomatoes, so I should trust her judgment. So I did, because what the heck do I know about heirloom tomatoes? Maybe she's right. I think I was trying to decide what to make for dinner with my tomatoes and onion when I woke up.

srah - Thursday, 6 March 2008 - 12:04 PM
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Comments (7)

gravatar Jess - March 6, 2008 - 12:26 PM -

Good for you for standing up for your beliefs and standards, even in your dreams. You rock.

gravatar srah - March 6, 2008 - 1:22 PM -

I'm a little sad because I don't think I would have stood up for myself in real life. Maybe my dream was telling me to do so. I also remember (I forgot to write this) feeling really lonely and then relieved when someone I knew showed up, so maybe my dream is telling me that loneliness is no reason to lower your friendship-standards. (Or tomato-standards?)

gravatar the roommate - March 6, 2008 - 2:17 PM -

hahah. that is funny. i'm glad you have my back! i miss you. i need to plan a weekend trip to oxford soon. xoxox

gravatar James D - March 7, 2008 - 9:50 AM -

Got to love 5 lb tomato. I guarantee that if they were that big, they were not a heirloom variety, they had to be a hybrid GE tomato.

gravatar Fraulein N - March 7, 2008 - 3:05 PM -

That lady at the market is such a liar. I don't know jack shit about tomatoes. I love that the redneck boyfriend stayed around to use the wireless. Nice.

gravatar srah - March 8, 2008 - 1:11 AM -

I couldn't decide if my dream was racist or not, because both the person making the ridiculously generalized statement and the person who didn't believe it were products of my subconscious. :(

gravatar nancypearlwannabe - March 10, 2008 - 12:24 PM -

It seems like dreams are running in cycles here in the BlogWorld! Everyone has been having crazy night visions lately. Heirloom tomatoes might be a first though.

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