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Tuesday, April 07, 2020

Milkshake

I do not always remember dreams particularly well.  I think my best ability to remember dreams is when they occur or are occurring close to when I wake up.  Well, last night (this morning?) I had a rather short, but vivid dream.  In my dream, I was perhaps in my 30s, at least it seemed so given the age of my kids.  My wife was in her 30s as well,  but it was in a time period that felt more like the 1950s or early 1960s.  It felt we were living in a large, urban city.  I was me of course, but I was not a college professor.  Instead, I had two jobs. 

In one job, I ran an ice cream shop that sold all the various delights that those places have, but I caused some sort of stir in our local neighborhood by first making for myself and then as people saw what I made, it because a staple on the menu... of a triple malted, dark chocolate milkshake.  I basically drank them all day when I was working there and they were rich, creamy, and so delightfully malty that they eventually became the signature item on the menu.  In real life, I have never held such a job. 

In the other job, I worked at the neighborhood movie theater, working in the projector room, spooling reels of all sorts of wonderful films.  Now, this is a job I did hold for about a year while I was in graduate school in a small town about 25 minutes outside of the campus itself.  It was a wonderful job that I remember fondly.  Not only did I get to see movies for free, and had my fill of free pop corn and beverages... the job gave me a way to be OUTSIDE of academia for a bit 2-3 times a week.  It felt enriching to me to give me that relief. 

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6 comments:

  1. MRMacrumTuesday, 07 April, 2020

    I love dreams. I especially love them when I can remember them. In my youth I used to dream about falling quite a bit. And contrary to the myth that if you see yourself hit the ground, you will die, instead in my dreams I would roll like a n acrobat, stand, and walk away.

    Of the two jobs you dreamed about, I think I would prefer the theater job.

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    1. PipeTobaccoTuesday, 07 April, 2020

      Mike:

      Both jobs seemed fun to me. But, I also noticed how both revolved around food. :). Maybe I should have had another snack before bed. :)

      PipeTobacco

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  2. Pat M.Tuesday, 07 April, 2020

    But professor, were you enjoying your pipes while doing those jobs? Or have you found a happy dream refuge where your pipes don't add to the milieu?

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    1. PipeTobaccoTuesday, 07 April, 2020

      Hello Pat:

      Hah.... no, I was smoking my pipes in both jobs. It just wasn’t an especially strong facet of the jobs but instead just part of the routine, so I didn’t mention them. But, they were there. :)

      PipeTobacco

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  3. AnvilcloudTuesday, 07 April, 2020

    I am getting close to 2 decades of retirement and I still had a first day of school dream last week. In fcat, I had 2, once before a bathroom trip and another after.

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    1. PipeTobaccoTuesday, 07 April, 2020

      Did you give yourself a hall pass to go in your dream before you woke up after the first dream? :)

      BTW.... what subject(s) and grades did you teach, if you are comfortable saying. I do not recall you saying it on your blog.

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