Occasionally I write down dreams....

(From April 1, 2018 - copied 'verbatim' from a pencil entry on a page in a notebook.)

Had a long dream last night

John Cooke had a bar/restaurant - I was having a meal at the bar with my friend Mike McGettigan - meal, appetizer, bottle of wine - the appetizer was something like a little blowfish flambé - looked more like a 'Mrs. Paul's fishstick' to start but the bartender put a little lighter fluid on it and lit it, it puffed up to look like a blowfish - spitting + spluttering - I told someone at the bar that it wasn't like torturing - it was already dead.

I asked for the bill and went out to the parking lot to get my wallet -my vehicle was a large black steam locomotive - went back inside. John was working on my bill - he said "you had a view-and-chew, right?"

The 'view-and-chew' was a clam or oyster appetizer - I said yes - the bill came to $820. I was kind of stunned, figured I'd have to use a credit card.

I asked if it was a really expensive bottle of wine.

...and somewhere over the last few years I've had this habit of saying "Thank you for letting me tell you that".