12/23/17

On the morning of December 23rd, 2017, I woke from a dream:

I was lugging around a baby apple tree, planted in a big wooden pot, looking for a place to water it. The city looked like Nevada City, only flatter and a little more developed. Smoke from a fresh fire wafted up from someplace close. I had the crate-looking pot on a hand truck and found a nice two-story house with a yard which I wheeled the tree into. I hit the house a couple times and then got nervous that the owners might see me. I was afraid of being embarrassed. 

Later in the dream, a different time and place altogether, I was in a janky little restaurant with post-apocalyptic vibes. A couple was finishing a plate of tacos when this guy—he had scraggy bleached-blonde hair and wore those raver/dune buggy goggles on his forehead. He slid up to the counter and with a combination of hand movement and words asked for a taco shell. The guy behind the counter, an Asian guy sweating from all the grease and steam, slammed-busy, hadn’t shaved in a few days, obliged him. He brought over a single taco shell on a plate, which was on a dining hall tray. 

“Could you put gas in it, kool-aid?” Said the scraggy one.

He didn’t just want the shell. The cook obliged him and he walked away with the taco. 

And in the waking:

At 11:43pm on the 23rd of December, 2017, the New York Post ran an article entitled “Entrepreneurs share these habits on the road to success”, and the subhead read: “Here’s a game plan for business success in 2018. Keep going. Don’t quit in the face of failure. Always keep learning. Stay passionate, and get the most out of every…”