October 10, 2008
Level of Lucidity: Level of Cohesiveness:
Lucid Intent? No
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A girl and her mother open a pâtissière in a back alley-street of New York in the middle of winter. They sell magnificent desserts and the little girl is in charge of making chocolates. It is snowing throughout most of the dream, and a deli/cafe on the corner of the alley and the main street has an entire side of the building made of small, thick glass panes. An Indian woman sitting in the cafe is interviewed.
"The pictures are so clear on these televisions! I've been watching a couple ice skate, but I can't figure out how to zoom in or change channels!" She thinks the little windows are all separate TV screens and the interviewer (also Indian) explains to the camera that she has never seen snow before.
On an actual TV screen just outside the pâtissière, the daughter watches a live-action episode of Death Note with a slightly different ending than the anime and manga series. Light, L, and Mikami (who looks very feminine) are standing in the midst of a sea of bodies, all main characters, and Light lets a few revealing details slip. He looks frantically around to make sure L did not notice, turns and finds himself staring eerily into those sleepless eyes.
"Light!" L exclaims, "You are Kira!" The scene fades out dramatically and the girl loses interest.
There is an Italian boy whose father runs some business or another in the alley and the girl is absolutely infatuated with him. She sets aside one confection from each batch to give to the boy when he makes his daily rounds. The dream jumps to one scene where, on an immigrant-crowded open cab, the girl falls asleep on his shoulder and the boy grins and blushes as the cabdriver turns to wink at them.
(The most vivid scene of the dream:) The girl dons a thick, gold coat and sets off for the street to deliver a few desserts. She passes the little cafe on the corner where the Italian boy is sitting with four of his friends (two of them girls). She ignores them, not wanting to interrupt their conversation, but can hear them whispering something as she passes.
"Hey! Girl...uh...girl who makes the chocolates!" the Italian's friend calls out. She whirls and walks back to their table, all smiles and shy glances. They all introduce themselves and she offers them a confectionary from the latest batch.
"I know you probably won't like it as much as the last one I made..." she whispers at the Italian boy as he tries the dessert. His companions are much more vocal.
"You made this?! This is incredible!" the exclaim.
"Actually," she replies, "my mother made the one you're eating, but I mostly handle the chocolate ones." She pauses and remembers what her mother told her to ask customers. "Are there any suggestions you have for the shop?" The groups shares an knowing glance and reply simultaneously "The soup guy!"
An old peddler had once dropped by the pâtissière with a cart of homemade soup. The stuff was revolting but the two women took pity on him and allowed him to sell at the shop. Many loyal customers were lost to the "daily lunch specials."
I wake up.
Additional Comments:
This is my most vivid dream to date. It played out like a film and while I could always see what was going on, I felt as if I could control the characters.
