Dreaming of Tea
I dreamt that I was pouring Arabic coffee into the gorgeous little Persian carpet coffee cups I keep stashed above my refrigerator. The first cup bled tea out the bottom, though I could have sworn I poured in the richly dark cardamom-infused stuff of life, not the glowing honey mint-infused stuff of life. The cup wasn’t cracked, it simply lacked proper glazing across the bottom, which the set in real life does not, as it’s entirely glazed porcelain. I remember making pouty-face (hey, it was a dream, I can pout in dreams) and pouring into the next cup, which held as it should. But I was denied the taste - I woke up just as I was raising the cup to my lips, breathing in the dark spice but not yet burnt.
Heidi said,
May 21, 2008 at 2:46 pm
Whoah. That’s a dream. I thought I was cool because I dreamt a Roseanne episode where she did a stint at the strip club, but I’d rather have had the tea.
And you’re blogging again! Semi-regularly . . . .
Da Goddess said,
May 26, 2008 at 2:48 pm
That beats my dreams by a mile.