I dreamed that Ingrid and I had been given a deli meat slicer (the kind with a rotary blade, similar to one we had when I was a kid) for a wedding present. It was a little fiddly and we were having trouble figuring out how to use it, but it seeemed very, very important that we do so. For reasons that weren’t clear even in the dream, it seemed as if many of our problems with organizing the wedding, and indeed many of our larger problems in our life, and even many of the world’s problems, would be solved if we could figure out how to use the deli meat slicer.
Dream diary, 8/11/05: Deli Meat Slicer
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Wow that fucking deli meat slicer- what should we do??? I think the thing you and Ingrid should had thought about was- your parents owned one!!!!! Take it back and get an expresso machine and drink alot of it and get this fricking wedding planned. I have been too many a wedding lately it seems. Here in Michigan they want to get married before we get snowed in again lol!!- Solving world problems well I know the bloody answer to that- BUCK FUSH. Good Luck in your plans and congrats Greta!! I am a writer also but have had a fucking block for a year o i have been reading instead. I will read your new book- thanks again- Joannabelle in Michigan (formally a Texan YEE HAW)oh by the way- I am very sick with pnemonia and don’t remember a word I just wrote-