Senator Starbucks
Feb. 17th, 2010 06:57 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
c9Two dreams I remember distinctly this morning.
First, I was in Starbucks with my reusable Frapuccino cup (size Venti, but I always order smaller and often receive extra anyway; I also receive a ten cent discount every time!) and on the shelf I saw another smaller reusable cup with a post-it note inside in my handwriting. The note said something about the cup being lost, and I knew that the cup was actually mine, that I had forgotten it there. So I grabbed it and headed for the cash carrying both that I already owned, even though I've only ever purchased one. I think there was something else about pricing too but that's faded already.
Second, I was a Senator at some level, in a boardroom with several others who were the "real" senators - serious, bribe-taking, partisan US-style senators. I don't think of Canada's senators that way. Anyway, I don't remember what triggered it, but I ended up in some confrontation with them and was basically quitting in ultra-dramatic fashion. Claiming that I wasn't like them, it was obvious they wouldn't let me stay, they sucked, etc. At the table were someone who looked like George Smitherman, someone who looked like Arianna Huffington, and several others who I don't remember or never figured out who they were supposed to be.
Far more dreamage than I usually remember, so I thought I should write them down quick.
First, I was in Starbucks with my reusable Frapuccino cup (size Venti, but I always order smaller and often receive extra anyway; I also receive a ten cent discount every time!) and on the shelf I saw another smaller reusable cup with a post-it note inside in my handwriting. The note said something about the cup being lost, and I knew that the cup was actually mine, that I had forgotten it there. So I grabbed it and headed for the cash carrying both that I already owned, even though I've only ever purchased one. I think there was something else about pricing too but that's faded already.
Second, I was a Senator at some level, in a boardroom with several others who were the "real" senators - serious, bribe-taking, partisan US-style senators. I don't think of Canada's senators that way. Anyway, I don't remember what triggered it, but I ended up in some confrontation with them and was basically quitting in ultra-dramatic fashion. Claiming that I wasn't like them, it was obvious they wouldn't let me stay, they sucked, etc. At the table were someone who looked like George Smitherman, someone who looked like Arianna Huffington, and several others who I don't remember or never figured out who they were supposed to be.
Far more dreamage than I usually remember, so I thought I should write them down quick.
Dream a little dream
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