Dream

I dreamed I gave a neighbor a quart of my home made soup and then without his knowing I jumped into the back of his small yellow pickup truck. I didn't know where we were going. An inflatable red raft came loose from the truck and fell into the street. I knocked on the cab to tell him. He stopped the truck. "Will you go get it?" He asked. "Sure," I said running down the road.

I dreamed Bill and I were in downtown Providence driving in the little red Honda when it was accelerating by itself swerving towards buildings and people. I grabbed the emergency break to avert disaster.

I dreamed I was in the kitchen of Anthony Bordain's restaurant watching a Japanese chef cooking a thin steak. A crew of us were traveling with Bourdain and staying at a hotel that had zigzag patterns of orange and gold on the lampshades and bedspreads.