Dreams

Yesterday, a Guatemalan woman named Anastasia who is staying here told me that she had dreamed of corn tortillas like she used to eat at home. I guess she told the cooks about it, because they made some tortillas for her, and she was so happy. She told me (at least I think she told me) that if you have a dream about a certain kind of food, that means you will soon be eating it. I considered asking her what it means when you dream that your teeth are falling out, because that is the dream I always have.

Last night I had a dream that I was at home—at home long ago, at my parents’ house in Dunlap. My mom had bought blueberries and strawberries and vanilla soymilk and cereal—all the things I love to eat. But the fruit was not so good at this time of year, and the soymilk wasn’t my favorite kind. So I kept busying myself in the kitchen, finding other things to do besides eat breakfast, because I guess I wanted my favorite familiar cereal and soymilk so badly that I couldn’t bring myself to eat something that wasn’t quite the same. In real life, I had pineapple for breakfast in the forest while I watched the monkeys rest.

Anastasia is coming out with me to watch the monkeys tomorrow. She told me that she loves monkeys and being in nature, and she is very excited to spend a day in the forest. She is definitely more excited than I am to be getting up at 5am and trudging up the volcano, but maybe that’s because I’ve been doing it for 2 months already. Hopefully the monkeys do not disappoint her! Until later then.