Well no, it’s nothing so dramatic. I waited a week for a more impressive dream… but it did not happen. I guess not all of us would do so well in Inception (just for the record, I usually do, it’s just when I have the assignment to write something about a dream that doesn’t happen). Anyway, it’s the middle of the night and I’d like to go to sleep, maybe I’m more lucky tonight, and I’ll have some amazing dream to tell you, to replace this blah-blah. Until then, you’ll have to read about pickles. Yeah, pickles, those were the stars of my last dream. Oh my god and they were the best pickles I’ve ever dreamed about (and the first). It might be some kind of symptom of homesickness because those pickles were definitely made in Romania. I could still feel that taste on my tongue when I woke up, and they pretty much haunted me for the rest of the day. I even considered telling my mother to send me a package with some of those pickles… Of course, there were a lot of people in this dream, mostly friends (I guess), but who had the time to observe that?
This being said, I’m going to bed, maybe I’ll have an upgrade tonight, and I’ll eat some sarmale.
P.S. sarmale is a delicious Romanian dish, google it, and I’ll be sure to serve it to you when you come visiting.