Drink

I haven't been able to remember much from my dreams this week - just snippets.


I was at a party at Dad's. It was in his Ellsworth apartment (dream geography house #3.) I realized that it was a dream at one point and that all of the things he owned when I was a kid would be there so I went back to the second bedroom (the one I had shared with my brothers growing up.) The room was full of various things that in the dream held nostalgic significance although none of them were actually from my childhood. I just believed that they were. I hugged a chest of drawers at one point because I was so happy to see it again.

The room was like a really tightly packed showroom. Everything was arranged nicely, but there was so much it was hard to move. There were things I couldn't get to. In the back I came upon a bar area. There was a tiny porcelain vase shaped like a trumpet flower. It could hold a quarter ounce at best. I remembered it and realized it was a special glass and that since this was a dream I could get drunk.

So I looked around the bar for something to drink and all I could find were Chinese liqueurs. I tried a sip of one from my tiny glass and it was pretty bad. I was so mad that I could finally have a drink but there wasn't anything good.

In real life my father once bought one bottle of Chinese liqueur called Ng Ka Pay. It tasted terrible but he kept it for the cool bottle and it became one of the great jokes I shared with my brothers. We always kept it in mind as a standard punishment or dare.