In the dream last night, I find myself walking into a town in - I think - northeastern Connecticut (I live in southeastern CT) where I’m supposed to meet up with my wife and 1 or two of her relatives.
The problem is we didn’t specify a place, or even a time to meet, and this friggin’ place is a lot bigger than I had supposed. The tall buildings in the background look more like Hartford than some hick town.
So I walk into a dive. From the entrance, the floor slants awkwardly upward, and the beery smell is highly repugnant. The bar is on the left where some lowlife is slouched, and on my right is a young woman standing and looking straight at me. It’s plain that she’s after a little action. Wearing delicate bangs, she’s an older and seedier version of one of the women who was a panel member last night on The News Hour with Jim Lehrer.
Without a word, I left.
Still searching for my wife, et al, I spot a small grocery store. Naturally (?), I go in there, and seeing potato chip bags on a rack behind the counter, I tell the grocer, “I’ll have a bag of those chips, please.”
Without a word, he puts one on the counter, grasps the front and back of the bag, and with considerable effort pops it open to reveal an enormous potato!! (Actually it looked more like a big turnip.) Dumbfounded, I watch him pick up the potato, put it in a machine. It cuts very thin potato slices which the grocer then “deals” (like a hold em dealer) into a pan of hot fat.
Watching all this unfold, I was really looking forward to see how fresh potato chips tasted, but damn, I woke up.