I had a dream about your restaurant the other night Bill.
I was walking away from a 'different segment" of my dream when it began.
I was walking in a yard that had huge stone walls. On the tops of these walls were long thick vines that started somewhere on the opposite side. The stones of the walls were constructed in a fanciful " King Arthur " style. Huge stones with mud packed in between them. Old and worn , you could see light in some places between them.
The middle of this yard was full of different herbs. Most of them yellow in color ( chamomile, yarrow etc..) They were all sort of planted randomly down the very center of the yard and very little , if any, room to walk between them. It was someones personal herb garden so i was trying to tiptoe between the plants , like a 3 year old trying to sneak away from an imaginary ghost... but fast!
As I approached the end of the yard, I saw a long lattice over hang that was covered with grape vines. I started walking underneath the vines and as I craned my head up to see them, I noticed, by every dangling bunch of grapes, there was a sign tied to the wood work.
The signs were large pieces of copper with hand painted words. One of the signs said " These grapes you see will sweeten your bread for dinner"
Another said " Don't litter. Grapes drink what you throw"
Even the grape vines spelled out words, but between the signs , I couldn't see enough of it to make them out.
After reading the signs , I started to crawl. I made my way to the door of the restaurant , wich was at the end of the grape vines , and saw another sign.
It was a big piece of white paper , and written in black permanent marker it said " " Bill Occoms Food Stop "" (
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Below that, in scratchy writing was a 'menu'.
Silver and spaghetti served tomorrow
Cultured custard
Label sandwiches.
I crawled into the door wich was a big perfect circle in a brown adobe wall.
Inside the restaurant, the walls were done in adobe as well, but painted yellow. There were paper mache donkeys in the corners, red chilis hanging around the windows and large boards of wood affixed to the walls in random places.
In the center of the room was a big horseshoe booth. Large enough to seat about 10 people, the coverings of the seat and table were shiny black and had white lines painted across the bottom.
You ( OB ) were sitting at this table by yourself eating chips that were bright pink and about as big as your hand.
We never exchanged words, but I got the idea that the restaurant wasn't 'working' anymore and I couldn't get any food.
It seems to me that I explored a little more, but I woke up soon after and I Don't remember the details.
strange.
Though I love a job that challenges me - my job has become way overboard on that one. The fact that I am meticulous adds to the daily frustrations.
So I do those too.
You got that right SheWolf!(the last paragraph, anyway. :wink:
