Café en el Café

Good evening dreamers,

I’ve been reading several novels lately. I always enjoy a good read and will one day retire just to have time to read all the books I want. All these novels have sent me traveling to my favorite coffee shop. There’s this one café, in particular, that I drive to simply because I find one of the workers extremely attractive, plus he makes one wicked iced latte. I’m reminded of Landon Pigg’s song, “Falling in love at a coffee shop.”  Wouldn’t it be nice to fall in love at a coffee shop. It sounds so romantic.  An, I know you’re already shaking your head. Coffee brings people together (decaf. in my case), truly.

I was watching the movie “Laura,” the other night while reading this mystery novel when I drifted off to sleep. I dreamed that I was in a reform school, a university. It was a Catholic school. This one priest was giving a lecture when a nun came to relieve him. In the dream we bowed our heads to pray. Being the full gospel person that I am, I remember being outraged by something that I can no longer remember. I was so taken by it that I began debating with the nun and even ventured off into a full blown argument. I started yelling at her until she scurried off, crying. I followed her down the corridor and continued making my speech. After she faded off in the distance, I sat on the marble steps that wrapped around a large pillar and wept. The next day a few nuns informed me that she killed herself. I woke up. How awkward is that?

Was this the coffee, the movie, or my sick twisted mind that caused this dream? I was jotting all this down in my journal at the café when the cute bartender walked in. I smiled and took my leave. It was too much of an abrupt change in atmosphere, from awkwardness to delight, in too short of a time span to formulate anything meaningful at that moment. I drove home in haste. I’m exhausted and pray that I don’t dream about reform school tonight.

Goodnight,

Ari