Supermodel Nose Toast
When I turn the TV off, turn on my sleeping music after I make the room dark and lie down in bed with my eyes closed then try to go to sleep I know I will be successful if my mind is flooded with images from the things I dreamed about the night before.
If I stretch out and try to relax but I cannot conjure up imagery from the previous night’s dreams then I can almost guarantee I will be tossing and turning for a very long time before sleep comes.
When I woke up today I was dreaming right up until I opened my eyes.
I was in some sort of an institution, perhaps a university but certainly in a cafeteria. I was an uppity woman wearing a high-end tweed suit going through a food line.
The part of the dream that is most available to me was, of course, the part from just before I woke up.
I was standing in front of a large toaster that produced wafer-thin golden brown toast in photo real slices in the likenesses of supermodels. I was waiting for Linda Evangelista’s nose.
Then a large man came bustling through the line with no regard for me or the other people waiting their turn. He approached me from the rear and easily wrestled his way into my place there.
I was not even able to take my toast before he overtook me.
I was offended but got out of his way and made my way out of the cafeteria without my toast. I said something I hoped he would find offensive.
Apparently he received my Linda Evangelista nose-shaped toast then called out after me explaining that I had made my toast wrong. I was not interested in entertaining him or anything he had to say any further.
I kept walking without listening to him but I did verbally express my distaste for him and his total lack of manners.
On my way out the door I gestured a flourish wildly in the air with my hands, which was meant to convey my total lack of patience for him and the entire situation.