Stop that!

The hardest part of last night's dream set was trying to get Collin to not buy pot from a couple of undercover cops. The opportunity arose because he was talking about how he was still sober and hadn't had any dope in a long time even though his sponsor told him that pot is not the same as other drugs and some people will let you make an exception for it. Hearing this the two guys ahead of us on the street immediately started trying to sell him this great pot that they had. Collin was totally taken in, but I could see they were cops. Blergh.

In other dream news I went to a restaurant with my folks that had great food, but there was a long wait. They also published a magazine cover (not a magazine, just the cover) which seemed dumb. I spent what seemed like 45 minuted trying to roll my poster-sized sheet of paper into a tube. Maddening.

Finally the food came, but I wasn't enjoying it much because we had people waiting on us somewhere else and this was supposed to have been a quick stop but clearly hours had passed. The food involved a revolutionary new use of fried plantains as some super-yum substance that made everything 1 million times better. This is stupid as I have had fried plantains and they are dry and kind of tasteless.

The seating area of the restaurant was sometimes an unending labyrinth in the basement that I could not find my way around without the assistance of various 6-year-old hostesses who would chide me for not doing things properly. I would leave with one of them in search of something and we would traipse around and I would end up back at the ever-growing table where people kept joining my parents for more fried plantain-laden food.

The people we were supposed to be meeting was a family that I had been traveling with in Europe. They had me and one child and to 'handle' us they had hired a maid, a nanny, and a tour guide. The tour guide kept making us do really complex activities like learning to tango at a lesson right in the center of some plaza in Seville. She also made us make our own surfboards out of cardboard, saran wrap and box tape.

I slept late and am still tired.