non-alcoholics know nothing about insurance or disease.

i had a flurry of odd dreams last night.

one of them involved being in a building i swore i'd been to before. as you walk in, pillars of are corralled by glass cases showcasing some of the most amazing looking donuts you've ever laid eyes upon. i take a once by, following the display as it wraps to the right, until i reach the end, which opens to an open cafe area (though there are no chairs or tables to be seen). i follow my trail back to the front, while taking stock of all the donuts and carefully laying out my choices and questions in my head, as i do regularly at any place of consumption.

there are all the favorites of mine, chocolate glazed old fashioned, maple bars, sprinkle cakes and the host of endless cousin-related pastries. the attendant is young and indifferent, his hair cut close to his temple, only showing wonderment when inquiry from myself about one donut in particular.

this one is the greatest of all, like a massive croissant-like donut, adorned with chocolate and what seems to be slash strips of strawberry glaze.

i ask the kid what it tastes like. he is uncertain. next thing i know, the donut is torn at the front, a piece in his hand and another in mine. the taste of soft buttery chocolate and strawberry with flaky aftertaste makes my mouth insatiable. and then i wake up.

(waking up with no donuts and no access at 3am is not a welcome feeling).

the second dream i had as soon as i fell back asleep took place in a big grassy field, not unlike one you'd see at a grandiose musical festival. there is a hugely elevated stage, where amps of disproportionate size and equipment are set up. and behind the stage is a huge two story staircase, which ends at and connects to the stage.

at one point i find myself on stage with my friend and guitarist, frantically trying to get sound out of the speakers to no avail. all i keep thinking is, 'why are we doing the sound check so close to when we should be performing?'

suddenly, i find myself back on solid ground, navigating my way to the rear of the staircase/concrete structure, which is greeted by more people, beach umbrellas and flip flops.

i see this random guy who keeps arguing and pushing his way towards someone i know. i immediately intervene, and all i keep saying to him is, 'shut the fuck up and leave it alone.' this happens a couple of times and i repeat to him again,'shut the fuck up and leave it alone.'

he pushes his way again to the point that i finally ask, what the hell his problem is. he muses, 'your friend told me, non-alcoholics know nothing about insurance or disease.'