Chocolate

I was in a cafe somewhere in the gray Northwest, near the Sound. I had been sitting at the bar, with my book, and had gone to an automated kiosk to buy a ferry ticket. I suddenly realized I didn't have my wallet, although I'm not sure in retrospect how I was able to buy the ticket without it. I rushed back to the cafe, and my wallet was sitting right there on the bar, open, but not missing anything. There was a fragment of mirror there, and I realized that the mirror in my wallet had broken (although in real life, it doesn't have a mirror).

I don't remember if my dad came in after I had arrived, or whether he'd appeared while I had been gone. In any case, it was unmistakably my dad, but he looked extremely young, with unlined skin, a halo of wavy light brown hair, and huge eyes with dark eyelashes. He looked sort of like he did in the pictures I'd been looking at in my grandma's photo albums, and also kind of like my brother.

He talked to me animatedly and enthusiastically, as though he was really trying hard to communicate some point, but I couldn't understand what he was telling me. I do remember him saying that he had accidentally eaten "about six hundred dollars' worth" of chocolate; apparently the tiny candy covered gourmet chocolates were $20 (or was it $2?) per ounce. He showed me a few in a little box, but they had somehow been priced in bulk instead of by the box.

He thought this was kind of funny. Eating that much chocolate is totally something my dad would do; paying that much for it is not.

ed mcmahon? really?

dreamt that i was flipping through channels on tv and came across an old game/variety type show in black and white. there were three men standing on stage. two of them were in weird costumes (one of them looked like johnny carson's carnac character) and then there was ed in a tux.

ed started off the show by throwing a ping-pong ball in the air. it came down, bounced off of his shoe, then bounced off of another man's head and then made it back to ed.

in my dream i laughed a really loud, gut-type laugh at the absurdity of it and then i woke up.

i'm pretty sure i laughed out loud in my dream and that's what woke me up, though no one was around to verify this for me.

ed mcmahon? johnny carson? carnac? i didn't realize i had any of these people filed anywhere in my brain. i have no idea where this dream came from. but it was great to wake up laughing.