I dreamt about you again last night. We were stranded
at sea, and they only had so much food to ration. You
had zipped open the cooler that they kept all the food
in, and had opened up this huge package of tofu. You
were mawing down on a piece, and one of the “leaders”
in the group was getting all angry at you – about how
you were going to start anarchy if you just snacked
whenever you felt like it. You got all defensive, and
backed away, still cramming tofu into your mouth.
They asked if you had taken anything out, and like a
magic trick, you started pulling buckets of food out
of your jacket – and I mean buckets – steaming buckets
of butter chicken, and another of palak paneer. I was
truly dumbfounded as to how you hadn’t spilled any
inside your jacket, and why you had taken tofu if you
did indeed eat meat.
Later, we painted huge styrofoam pieces gold, and
escaped from the ship, as our “leaders” were tyrants
of a most brutal sort.
The end,
Love,
Amberjane
