A couple of weeks ago, I had a dream about bacon and was very disappointed to find no bacon when I woke up. Last night, I had a dream about ice cream and spies. So far, I haven’t found either of them.
I was at a summer fair of some sort. There was a lot of ice cream, and I had collected five single-dip cones, each a different flavor. I know there were no “simple” flavors, like vanilla or chocolate, but one cone was chocolaty brown, one was pink, one was green. I’m not sure what color the other two were. At least three of the cones were sugar cones, but they all had flat bottoms and stood, on their own, on a tabletop. Which is brilliant since I had five cones and only two hands. (And because I like things that can stand on their own.)
As I was eating one of the ice cream cones, a friend sat down to share the children’s book she had written either about or for her children. For a kids’ book, it had a lot of words. I read the book (or at least part of it), but I don’t remember what it was about.
Fast-forward a bit, and I was packing a small carry-on style bag for a trip. I know this was not a U.S. trip because after I finished packing, I realized I had not grabbed my passport. I remembered seeing my passport while pulling clothes out of a dresser, but of course when I went looking for it, I couldn’t find it. I did find the purple with small white polka dots swimsuit that I’d forgotten to pack. (I don’t own a purple with small white dots swimsuit, but it was cute.) I finally found my passport, and realized the friend I was traveling with was a U.S. spy. It was an “of course she is” realization, not a shocking or horrifying realization.
So, anybody wanna grab some ice cream?