Vacation Dream

Tuesday morning, I dreamed I had to look for something at the bottom of a pool filled with black oil.  To dive down to the bottom of the pool, I had to keep my eyes closed and follow a chain through the thick sludge.  I'm not sure how I was able to swim through the think stuff.

Later, I dreamed I was leaving a group of people.  I stopped at the top of a kind of escalator or rope-bridge; my hands were full with juggling balls or maybe  some folders.  I hesitated, not quite sure what to do.  Eventually, I just tossed the balls down the stair, and then took the escalator down.

At the bottom of the stair, an amalgam of B.H. (Wordo)  and Mark's brother from Virginia caught up with me and told me how various folks were worried about my early-onset Alzheimer's.  

I wasn't sure what to make of these dreams once I woke.  I'm pretty sure during the previous evening someone was talking about aging and forgetting things -- but I do worry sometimes about aging doing a number on my brain.   At least it wasn't an airport anxiety dream.

We said good-bye to the Virginia Dwyers, who were going to the beach and then to their home.  

Mark and I took his niece, K. , out for lunch.   The Child had been touting the virtues of Sonic Burgers to her, so she originally wanted to go there, but Mark explained that the nearest one was a forty minute drive away, and she chose some place nearer.  

I must confess I don't understand The Child's praises for greasy fast food of dubious quality.  Or steak houses.  I'm not sure if he thinks hoi polli places are authentic, or manly, or 'Merican, because in the same breath he will express the desire to dine at upscale restaurants in New York City.  

Afterward, on a whim of Mark's, we made a little detour to Mt. Fuji Restaurant.  This is one of those places where "Japanese" chefs who pretend not to speak English come to your table and make onion volcanos on the grill built into your family's table.   I've been there once about sixteen years ago.   We drove through an impressive and newly installed tori gate, and then discovered the restaurant was open for business -- so Mark drove us back to his mom's house. 

The afternoon was very laid back.  Mark mowed the lawns.   I cleaned out a light fixture in the kitchen.