Dreaming

My friend wondered where our dreamscapes come from when I shared my dream with her.

My dream of Burt, probably last
Th or Fr was meant to be noted on the following morning.

I forgot to write it down then. When I did recall it, it struck me as odd, funny and pleasant.

We wanted to go out to eat, and there was a  fancy new Chinese place. We got on line for the advertised $25 dinner. I said you know it’s $25 per person. 

I suggested that Burt get one dinner to go. We’ll eat it at home. Burt went in to the restaurant and I went to a balcony across the street.

Burt rode a tricycle with an open work metal basket on its front with the take out bag. The bag was a proper paper shopping bag like one from Bloomingdale’s. He pedaled down the middle of the street. I believe I called down to him. Then I awoke.

When I awoke, I said to myself, I have to note down this dream.

I forgot then but, happily and gratefully, remember it now.