Saturday, April 21, 2012

Tiny; tasting wine

I was helping someone move, or I was moving. There weren't too many heavy boxes, although I could hear china or something clang when I was moving a box. We got to the new home and were congratulating ourselves on how easy it had been. I started opening boxes and found that everything was tiny dollhouse furnishing. There was a plate with little tiny lobsters in aspic, and a pair of wire rimmed glasses the size of a tic tac. There was a glass top table, and when I put the glasses on there, they slowly melted into the table. I could still feel the edge of the wire if I picked at it with a fingernail.

A fancy picnic. Someone had brought an expensive wine. We all had a glass. I could taste it in my dream and it was really nice. Someone put an ice cube in their glass and the person who had supplied the wine was annoyed.