7 glasses of wine
My dad came down to Baltimore and we had dinner at Cafe Hon. They gave us these tiny glasses for our wine. We each had at least seven.
He brought me lamps and an end table for my apartment, which makes it look super grown-up and cozy now. We walked to Cafe Hon and split our dinners because we couldn't decide between two of them. Throughout the meal, me might have looked like weirdos because we talked about dreams a lot. My father, apparently has perfected the art of lucid dreaming. He has control about what he is going to dream about and what happens. Not total control, but enough that he feels like he's playing the best video game in the world. Our dreams are really similar when we described them. We had common themes and imagery, as well as both having a pretty clear sense that we're dreaming. I didn't grow up with him around and it's funny that someone who did not share your life with you tells you about their innermost cognitive thoughts and you find out that all this time the two of you have been having the same dreams.
On the way home, we tried to see if Atomic books was open, and if we could find a book on dreaming. It was closed, so instead, we walked to the wine source and bought a case to split. I think I saw him do a little dance when he spotted a '97 Chianti on sale. He was pointing at the black rooster on the label and giggling a little. But after 7 glasses of wine, who could blame him.
My dad came down to Baltimore and we had dinner at Cafe Hon. They gave us these tiny glasses for our wine. We each had at least seven.
He brought me lamps and an end table for my apartment, which makes it look super grown-up and cozy now. We walked to Cafe Hon and split our dinners because we couldn't decide between two of them. Throughout the meal, me might have looked like weirdos because we talked about dreams a lot. My father, apparently has perfected the art of lucid dreaming. He has control about what he is going to dream about and what happens. Not total control, but enough that he feels like he's playing the best video game in the world. Our dreams are really similar when we described them. We had common themes and imagery, as well as both having a pretty clear sense that we're dreaming. I didn't grow up with him around and it's funny that someone who did not share your life with you tells you about their innermost cognitive thoughts and you find out that all this time the two of you have been having the same dreams.
On the way home, we tried to see if Atomic books was open, and if we could find a book on dreaming. It was closed, so instead, we walked to the wine source and bought a case to split. I think I saw him do a little dance when he spotted a '97 Chianti on sale. He was pointing at the black rooster on the label and giggling a little. But after 7 glasses of wine, who could blame him.
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