The happy place

It’s slightly too warm, the pillow isn’t quite right, I’m tired but yet also not

I’m having trouble sleeping, I’m having these vivid dreams like the one about the shrimp, or last night:

I dreamt there were two baguettes on the kitchen counter

That’s pretty much all I remember

To bring them forth from the dreaming world, I bought two baguettes and placed them as I had seen it in my dream …

And then later I ate a bit of one and a bowl of spring mushroom soup: A look of miserably monochrome grayish beige, textureless — like depression made into soup,

Like the gruel which the crew in the Matrix eats, you know?

Having done as foretold by my dream self, I’m eagerly anticipating what will happen next!