Dream 410: Foode
08.31.2015 § Leave a comment
Molly holds a small glass bowl upside down over the pour chute of a blender, which she is using to heat up olive oil; as the oil blends it shoots up the chute and onto the inside of the bowl where it is collecting. Zira has left some cheddar cheese and/or eggs on the counter; she asks me if that’s okay, and I say sure.
The next morning I’m playing a video game about a cat at a diner. The cat doesn’t like sweets so it passes all of its desserts to the guy at the next table, a land orca. There were a disproportionately large amount of desserts the cat got served, though, and each one needs to pop up as a text bubble to click through as it’s handed over. My sister comes in the room and is saddened that playing this game is the first thing I’ve been asked to do today.
Across the room, nested mahogany tables are nailed upside-down (by their feet) to the ceiling of the overhang of the loft; they nest all the way in scale from dinner table to end table. Up in the loft is a huge pile of styrofoam sculptures and debris (we’re not taking advantage of renting it out); to get up there you have to take this staircase which is extremely long because it includes a number of landings along its multiple obtuse-angled changes going all around the apartment through the kitchen even to the front door. My mom has left some Coke in the freezer. Last time we moved apartments, sawdust on street blocked the moving truck, slowing us down; I wonder what we can improve about the process this time around.