From K., date unknown:
I had a dream we made rose syrup together. We both secretly plucked petals and ate them raw - hoping the other did not notice. Hee hee. The syrup was a rich blood red, with a touch of lemon juice. Delicious! (And my favorite!) Maybe next time we can make violet syrup.
From H, in February?:
I dreamt that it was your birthday, and I was at a bookshop like the old Duttons in NoHo, looking for a book by a particular author to give you as a gift. The place was arranged kind of confusingly, so I asked for help and finally found the right book, but the only copy they had was a special edition in a carved wooden box. When I was at the check-out the cashier told me it was eighty dollars, and I decided it was worth it (hey, it was a good book in a really nice box), and she started ringing it up, along with these beautiful, hand-blown, pale blue martini glasses (all stemless, but somehow I knew they were for martinis -- ha!), each one different from the other, and rimmed with gold. Suddenly, you were there, too, and you said, kind of incredulous, you're buying the glasses too??? And I realized I already have too many glasses and no place to put them, and stopped her. And then I woke up.
