My dream last night: The allegory of the crepe
The worst part of a dream can be knowing exactly what it means.
We got to the shop late, my mom, my brother, friend Jeff, his brother James. We were there to get dinner. This place served up a crepe-like creation, thin dough rolled over different fillings and chocolate drizzled across the top, with the crepe's ends then turned sideways. Inside, you could have banana, chocolate-covered banana, apple, blueberry, apple and blueberry, or a few others. I wanted apple and blueberry.
As we walked into the shop, hot oil fell onto a hot griddle, circled to form a layer and become ready for rolling. My mom kept trying to touch the oil as it poured onto the griddle to see if it was hot, and I had to keep warning her not to do that. We moved slowly around the small shop until we were the only ones left. I ordered, and my mom said from elsewhere in the shop that she wanted a small Coke too. She apparently wasn't planning to get any food. The owner behind the counter had a mean reputation and was a jerk about the addition.
I thought I didn't have money in my wallet, so that started a search among us, but no one else had any and I realized I'd just gotten a bunch earlier. This annoyed the guy more, and when I handed him a $20, he swore, and I called him out for swearing in front of my mom. That made him angry. He got offended, refused payment and began yelling for us to get out. I tried to reason, and he started throwing cooking pots and pot lids. When he grabbed the cast-iron skillet, I gave up and we high-tailed it, me saying. "Hey, hey, we'll go…"
We left and walked back to the parking garage. We passed a couple cousins along the way, but we were busy talking and neither spoke up. Seeing the car, it turned out friends Jeff and James had already gotten their food and were sitting on a picnic blanket. My family had gotten no food but said not to worry about it. My mom asked what I was going to eat, and I said I figured cereal. Then we drove home.
Moral of the story: This story has nothing to do with my mom, brother, friend Jeff, his brother James, or crepe-like creations. Except maybe the crepe-like creations at the stand I see every day on the way to work.
March 14th, 2010 at 9:47 PM
nice… no crepe for you!