Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 6/24/2016
By jnvl
Now I'm back in NYC. Packed like a sardine into a hatchback. My companions are not familiar, but all seem like friendly people and we're all hungry. Driving down narrow streets a little too fast dodging pedestrians and pot holes we're looking for some suitable eats. The driver brings the vehicle to a sudden stop, to our right we're looking at a row of nondescript brick buildings, on the corner next to the alley, a single blue door with a white sign and blue lettering "Szechuan Palace". Chinese food? Perfect! Though hardly a palace(hardly even Chinese I'm sure) this place is the place. There's no debate, the driver backs into a tiny opening at the curb between box trucks. The man from inside the restaurant tells us we can only park there for 15 minutes. There's no where else to park so we decide we'll grab carryout and leave. Then began an endless debate amongst a dozen people in our party(how'd we get them all in that subcompact?) about whether to order separately or on one check. These are the kinds of things that haunt my dreams. "Write everything down and I'll place the orders" I tell them. I wait a minute and they hand me the order, half of it isn't legible or even on the menu, a couple people drew anime characters to represent their order. "ok... I'll see what I can do with this" I step inside, the place is dimly lit and smoky. Surprisingly large inside, and busy, almost every table is full of diners. towards the back I head to place my order at the counter in front of the kitchen. The man behind the counter is working on mixing a cocktail so I wait and watch, rum, syrup, and grenadine. All goes into the pitcher. He's slicing fruit to compliment the drinks. Hurricanes, I could really go for a drink right now and a hurricane sounds perfect. dream ends and I wake up disappointed and thirsty.