Elated for a second, then deflated... I tested my memory and within a second or two realized I was remembering a dream from the night before. No chocolate waiting for me; nothing behind the mustard on the third shelf of the fridge door; it had only been a cruel and strikingly simple wish-fulfillment dream. What a momentary hope-building and joy-dashing mirage that was. And like a thirsty man in the desert running with a tin cup toward the oasis that was not really there, my salivary glands and I had no chocolate; only some broken dreams.
The dream, however, came from a real experience several weeks prior. A "someone" had bought me one of those, hid it in the described place (not hidden from me, but from the kids to whom food is like dirt is to vacuum cleaners) and I didn't remember it until halfway through the next day. A whole, untouched Symphony bar, just waiting for me on a dull day?!?!
And the day after that, when once again it slipped my mind that I had left half the bar there for myself, and apparently it wasn't on my mind because I didn't think of it until the foil or something caught my eye.
Those two experiences were apparently enough to prompt, weeks later, the hope-building dream about the surprise discovery of the chocolate, which in turn prompted the memory of the dream and the nearly instantaneous identification of the salacious vision as just so much gustatory fiction, and like the sex you won't get because it was just in a dream and you woke up, the chocolate is now legend in my mind: "The found chocolate that was only a trick of the mind."
Although I analyze dreams only for cash nowadays I think it points to getting some proper chocolate right away.
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ReplyDeleteThose sound like rap song lyrics. You a ghostwriter, aren't you? You have been found out.