dreams: May 25, 1998
consumption party
I'm in a huge auditorium. A party is happening.
Lots of people are sitting at the tables, and many faces look
familiar. I ask someone where they got their drink, and I'm directed
to a little bar nook on the wall. When I approach, the guy working
there says "Hi Maya. What can I get you?" I'm surprised that he knows
me. He looks familiar from high school. I ask what he has to offer. He
tells me about the drinks, describing one with orange juice and a
"shot," which he points out in the blender (the "shot" is a dark syrup
at the bottom). I realize that all the drinks are alcoholic, so I
can't have any, though I feel a wave of temptation.
I see a bunch of glass cookie jars on some nearby shelves. There are
lots of yummy-looking sugar and shortbread cookies in them. I try one.
It's good. I grab some more and put them in my bag, looking around to
make sure no one notices. A couple of the cookies are thick and
heart-shaped. I take as many as I can.
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