In nearly Citizen Kane-esque cryptic fashion - last night I dreamt of rosebuds. We were in our garden - slightly upgraded by my subconsious to a picturesque sea-side retreat on a grassy hillside. There - along a white picket fence nonetheless - our sprouts were begining to grow. With the dramatic exception of a rosebush - midrow of spouts - it stood in full bloom with pedals littering the ground.
I was busilly working in the garden while trying to barbecue steaks on a low hibachi-style grill. As I returned from weed-pulling to turn the steaks, my Father remarked - How do you think the rose pedals and mustard seeds will flavor the meat? Which would make absolutely no sense outside of the realization I quickly came to that the rose pedals had fallen on the coals. As for the mustard seeds - I have no idea. I looked over to the spot where the rosebush was - only to find it strangely missing!
In reply to his questioning, I pulled the steaks off the grill and brought them over to a shaded table on the hill where my wife, mother, and sisters had prepared a beautiful spread and lovely, though somewhat improvised table setting - which included beach towels as place mats. And upon noticing the center piece I found the answer to my unasked question - the roses now graced our table, with pedals artfully strewn about.
The End.
He that hath ears to hear, let him hear.
2 comments:
well i just discovered your blog and i love it! i hope to read all of your dreams cuz i don't dream so its nice to hear about how cool dreams really can be!
Hmmm... perhaps the roses really represent a whole line of products that I recently discovered- all of which have bacon flavor. Did you know that they make, baconaise, bacon salt, bacon flavored cheese, bacon flavored chapstick... The list is endless. Your soul has sensed this great development in the universe and is yearning to partake- and then to share the goodness therof with your family.
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