gingerale.....

ok, so....i had a detailed dream about my family's house in cleveland......looking for a glass in the cupboards, writing a grocery list from a piece of paper taken from a plastic paperholder on the desk in the corner...by the violet window that featured 3 shelves bearing african violets in small pots......and then there was my grandpa, who was busy feeding a throng of youngsters at the dining room table.......this never happened, not even the artfully decorated tomatoes (faces were carved into each tomato, and highlighted with inset carrots, green beans and yellow roasted peppers.....these were quite beautiful, as dream food goes......but the highlight of the dream was my grandpa asking me to drive him to the store to buy gingerale; the list would be later lengthened to include bread and lettuce.....and no clue as to who would be watching over these tomato-eating children at the set dinner table......outside, there were many people milling about, trying to get a truck out of a mudhole.....that was filled with clear water.....so clear that one could see jewelry stuck in the actual mud....except that nobody was trying to get out the jewelry....only to get the truck wheel out......we never did leave for the grocery, by the way.....