Sunday, March 12, 2006
I dreamt last night I was sitting on the floor in a church. A friend of mine (unidentified in the dream) was sitting near me. There were a lot of other people in the church, and people were talking quietly. Suddenly, I look up and two people I know (but in the dream they were not immediately familiar to me) were proceeding down the aisle. The friend sitting next to me got excited when he saw them. I realized I was watching someone's wedding. It was two men and one of them was wearing something non-traditional—they were like modster pants with suspenders but plaid or somehow otherwise gaudy. I pulled my camera out but by the time I got it powered up they were upon us already. From our seated position on the floor, I pointed my camera essentially straight up to capture the moment. I knew it would turn out to be an awful photo, but I took it anyway. All during this time, there was no processional music, and many of the people sitting in the pews nearby didn't seem to be paying any attention, so I presumed they weren't here for the wedding. Little Brian was nearby looking beautiful as usual, except he had two lines going around his head as though he had been wearing a hat with piping while he slept. As I looked around I saw Tina and Domenica and a female friend of theirs—they also had seats on the floor nearby us. Someone to my left was seated in a chair with his back to the wedding ceremony. He turned his body to see what was happening and I could see that he was eating a meatball with a fork. As he turned, the meatball fell off his fork, bounced off his shoulder and back, and I looked away knowing the meatball was going to be rolling on the ground in the next instant. I couldn't help laughing out loud, but the wedding ceremony didn't appear to be disturbed at all this. The man got up from his chair to retrieve the meatball, looking around, and I pointed to where the meatball had come to stop near my feet. That's when I woke up. Breakfast: same as yesterday. Backfilled journal entries from a couple of days ago. This evening we held a dinner party to thank nearly all of the people who helped us move. Patrick cooked a fantastic meal for us using recipes from The Paris Cookbook by Patricia Wells. (I helped.) Mesclun and frissee salad with matchsticked ham, aged cheddar cubes, and glazed walnuts. Penne gratin (in the book it's called macaroni gratin even though the recipe uses penne instead of macaroni). Chicken fricassee with wild mushrooms and vin jaune. The Apple Lady's apple cake (gateau aux pommes de la reine de pommes).