I really, really wonder if my dreams can get any more strange.
Last night, I dreamt that I was in NYC, visiting the lovely Daryl, and I had heard about this new place to go and eat. Daryl was game, so off we went.
NYC is her town, yet, I was the one who knew where to go. (I am usually directionless, can get lost in a paper bag).
None the less, I lead her to a place, someplace on the street, where there are large tables set out, set nicely. There is also a salad bar, and beverage center. Going slightly further, we approach an empty space, that has large white squares of butcher paper on the ground. I reach up, and pull a cord, and a big chute opens up, and drops a lot of hot, steaming Yakisoba onto the white butcher paper. Daryl neatly folds up the paper, and off we go to a nice table, with our meal. We distribute it, hit the salad bar, and the beverage center. Then I wake up. (Which is a shame, because I love Yakisoba.)
Yes, Daryl, I know you don't eat meat. In my defense, Yakisoba doesn't have to have meat in it. I frequently ate it (and do eat it) without. Perhaps I pulled the cord that rained the meat free Yakisoba.
So there you have it.
Somewhere, in NYC it rains Yakisoba. And if it doesn't?