Guru92

My dreams lately have come in fragments, without consistency, like my sleep. This one was on my couch in the midmorning after eating breakfast- with a bellyful of cereal. To note that I fell asleep watching 'Firecreek' a western with Henry Fonda and Jimmy Stewart.

I dreamed that I was living with two others and possibly a family or a gang of others working all together in my home, a small shotgun outside of New Orleans. The two others consist of frontiersman named Shane or Snak or Shack or something of the sort. Not sure of the spelling but I can still remember the ssound. The other is a woman, a bit overweight, your usual housewife type. I only remember two things happening.

I am making eggs with beef hash, one of my favorite things to cook when I just need something filling and hot. For some reason I am making the egg hash in a kettle rather than a frying pan like I always do. The housewife is standing behind me and is watching me cook. I turn my back and look to my kitchen table. When I turn toward it again I see that Shane, dressed all in cowboyness is pouring whiskey into my dish. I scream at him and declare that I am no longer cooking for the house but just for myself and request. There is a sense that I should not be screaming at the patriarch of the house, and people are growing uneasy. In a fury I try to salvage my dish and pour the boiling whiskey out, the woman tries it and it likes it alot. I turn and Shane is leaving my house. When I turn (yes I know alot of turning) again the woman is on top of me and I drag us to the hard wood floor of the kitchen. We kiss, tops are coming off and I suddenly say that surely Shane is coming back soon and we should stop. The wife gives me that disappointed scorn look that no man ever wishes to see.

Then I wake up