Dreams

Finding my long-lost "ratpipe" has stimulated my dreams to have pipes and me smoking pipes in them much more prominently than that had been in a few months.  Last night, for instance, my somewhat hazy dream revolved around me and my family living in a small town in the late 1800s.  I ran a small grocery (and general mercantile) store in this town, and it was in the middle of hot summer.  I remember walking home down Main Street after I closed up the shop, and walked quietly into the house and poured myself a drink.  Strangely (for that time period) my drink of choice was Diet Pepsi with ICE and a few shots of whiskey (obviously this made no temporal sense).  I then went out with drink in hand, and sat quietly on the front porch of our home.  I pulled my pipe out of my shirt pocket, filled the bowl with dark crumbles of leaf and ignited the leaf with a wooden kitchen match. I then began to read a book I had with me.  

In the middle of reading, my alarm went off an brought me back to the real world.

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