This morning, I had a short, funny dream that took place in the kitchen of a house.  The point of view is like a movie.  I’m watching myself take part in the action.

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A woman (a friend of mine from PDX who also happens to read this blog) is standing at the sink washing vegetables.  She is listening to music on a little stereo on the counter.  I sneak up and stand silently behind her.  She starts to sway her hips to the music a little bit.  I surprise her by putting my hands on her hips and swaying with her a little bit.  She turns around and gives me a mischievous smirk.  I raise my hand to brush a bit of her hair from her face.  She reaches for the counter, grabs a leaf of Romaine lettuce, turns toward me and throws it in my face in a hilariously flirty way.  We both crack up laughing, and she turns back to her cooking.  I step to the fridge and grab the entire head of lettuce, rip off a bunch of of leaves, crumple them up and drop them on top of her head.  She laughs and turns back toward me.  We are about to kiss, but then I wake up.

Romaine et roman, non? Le sigh.