writing down dreams......

ok, so last night had i had this vivid dream about serving a supper in my parents basement in the house they lived for for 35 years in northern ohio........there were lots of salads, and no shrimp, the reality of which was exclaimed by more than one guest.....and when asked to bring down the wine (also silly as my parents don't embibe, a word that each has used before.......) i picked out our house white (faux frog) and a red that looked like a coppola label, but which turned out to named spice......and whose label stated that germander had been added to complement it's spicy quality...........gentle readers...this little detail is quite humerous to me this morning, having ranted mere hours ago about how i do not like reds, that they are now popping up in my dreams like those pesky ads...............i was once told by locals who are bonafide wine enthusiasts that i would enjoy reds when my palate grew up.......folks, i plan never to grow up....my palate notwithstanding...........