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Rainbow in Phoenix
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Dream About Blondie
She had her arm wrapped around my elbow. We were walking into some sort of formal gathering. There was a gleam in her eyes as she looked at me. We walked in and looked around. She doesn’t drink, but I grabbed one for myself.
“Don’t remind me of Patrick”, she said.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, that is just the beginning.”
“Whatever.”
Sunday Morning Dreams
As usual the remnants of the dream that I remember are events already in progress. I am driving around a neighborhood near a place I lived when I lived in Virginia. I was driving at night and I seemed to be going in circles. As I approach an intersection for the second time there was a car that had broken down.
The woman was in distress and it took me a second to discover why she was upset. A man popped up from the back of the car and attempted to open the doors. I stopped my car and jumped out of the car and chased the man away.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“No, my car broke down on my way to work. Then that man…”
“Get in my car and we’ll get you some help.”
The woman gets in my car and ask me to take her to work. I didn’t ask if she wanted to get her car towed. I just took her to work. I walk her into the building up to the third floor. An older woman in a uniform stops me.
“Sir, you cannot be on this floor. You will have to leave immediately.”
She continues, and I resist the temptation to roll my eyes. I am just waiting to respond.”
“I just saved her from a potential attacker. She asked me to walk her all the way here.”
The woman in uniform softened a little and put her arm around me.
“Thank you. I am sorry I had to be so stern, but you really cannot be here.”
I left the place and got in my car. I continued to drive in the area. When I arrive at the intersection where I found the broken car, I see a minivan crashed into the embankment. I pull up to the crash and the driver’s door is open and a woman is slumped over the wheel. It is dark and late. I don’t hear any sirens.
I try to walk up to the car to assist, but as I try to take steps forward, I am going nowhere. Then the details become blurry and fade as I wake up. It is 6:36 in the morning.
Remnant of a dream.
I wake up at 2 AM. I am under the bridge.
I wake up at 3 AM. I am under the river.
Ripped Apart - A dream sequence
The familiar became the strange. I was driving home on a road I driven many times. The first time was normal, and all the landmarks were there. Someone I don’t know starts hanging out with me in some sort of apartment building.
In the next repeat sequence of events, the road has vehicles and other large objects breaking down along the road. I look up to the sky and see a ring that looks like diamonds. It appears as if a portal has opened, but nothing came through. The road itself looks less familiar. I don’t know if I got home this time.
The next time around, I am in a house. There is a woman with me, and the walls are leaking with water. Everything starts leaking with water and when I drive home this time, there is more debris on the road, and nothing is as I remember. When I get home there are people in tears. The unfamiliar man leans into me and tells me he sent me instructions with the login. I don’t know what that means.
The next loop began so intense that I woke up.
Untitled. The camera bowed out the canvas. It is just a basic canvas.
The morning sun peaking through the clouds.
Tukowir
Tukowir, What does this mean? I was in a waking dream and there was a man named Jack. I was getting orders delivered to many different people. The buyer was Jack. Jack it turns out, has been dead for some time. I have no more details other than that. I just see an image of the dead man curled in the fetal position.
Then I see another purchase. There it is again, Jack. What if I don’t send it? Will I receive a phone call?
An excerpt of Tukowir.
For the Love of Mustard
There seems to be a consensus that the official condiment in America is mayonnaise. I didn't vote on it, but even if there was a vote it wouldn't matter. My condiment of choice probably doesn't even crack the top three behind mayonnaise, ketchup and salsa.
Mustard is a condiment enjoyed by few people. I am not trying to convince people to join the mustard contingent. I have been trying to persuade people to love mustard ever since elementary school when I would empty mustard packets directly in my mouth. Everybody thought it was gross. Nobody winced when someone would to that with ketchup.
This is for people who love mustard. My Chicago dog wouldn't be the same without it. The only way I can eat a fast food hamburger that has ketchup or mayonnaise is to drown it in mustard. You don't put ketchup on a salty soft pretzel, or at least you shouldn't. That is one of the few foods that dedicates mustard to the food. Pastrami on rye is another food that is acceptable to use mustard.
Every fast food joint, every sub features mayonnaise as the default. People tell me not to knock it until I try it, but I've tried mayo on most things. It is not for me. I don't even get the appeal. It doesn't matter. From french fries and tater tots to onion rings, it complements these fried foods. Chicken tenders are very versatile with what dipping sauce is to be used. It tastes good with almost anything. If the worker at the drive thru doesn't give you that hot sauce you asked for, there is always mustard to fall back on.
I won't get mad at you if you put mustard on my corndog. I've eaten tortillas with nothing on them, heat them in the microwave, take it out and spread mustard all over it. There is always mustard on my ham sandwiches. There is one concession I will make about my go to sub sandwich. I always ask for oil and vinegar on my italian sub.
Even in the Chinese food restaurant my favorite condiment is the hot mustard. The only caveat here is that Chinese restaurants no longer make their own mustard. This may have started me on my path to mustard. There was a restaurant in Manassas in the 80's and early 90's that my father would take the family to once a week. It used to be family owned and the mustard was made fresh. It was so spicy it would take my breath away, but there was something about the flavor that captivated me. I started putting it on my egg rolls. then I would put it on the crispy bits that go with the egg drop soup.
It really is a shame that the Chinese food restaurants don't make fresh hot mustard anymore. It is probably the best tasting mustard of all. The packages of hot mustard are pale facsimiles of something great.
Mustard salad and mustard deviled eggs are better than the mayo version. I know I am alone. These aren't fighting words, but an exploration to something, It could be the new hipster fad. Mustard on everything. Everyone is not doing it, because it has never been a thing. No celebrity chef features it on their shows. It would be a brand new trend that would be understood by few. I could be right in the middle of a hipster fad for the first time ever.
There is a national mustard day, but nobody, not even me knows when it is. It is a floating holiday like Columbus Day. To all the mustard lovers, there will be a certain amount of furrowed brows and ewws when you mention your partiality to the stuff. I say spread and squirt that golden flavor wherever it makes you happy.
95th and Glendale, southeastern view early in the morning.
The Way of Things
Animals get by
Living on what God provides
Sometimes I help too.