and so it goes...

[thanate]

I was woken up rather abruptly this morning with a call to breakfast in the middle of a dream where my mother, my brother, and I had gotten stuck in an odd pseudo-hibachi grill in a mall in delaware... My brother had plane tickets, with which he had to get to the airport within a 2 hour window, or they would cease to be valid, and so we had stopped at this mall in the middle of nowhere-we-knew and were trying to get a relatively quick but nice dinner before he left. The first restaurant we went into had lots of tables, but insufficient waitstaff at that hour, so they wouldn't seat us, and we had to leave. So my brother wandered into Radio Shack and asked if they had any suggestions on where to eat, and they pointed us to the hibachi grill across the hall from the first place we'd gone.

Now, this was no ordinary hibachi grill; instead of one grill per table, they had a huge block of grilling surface with bar stools around it in the front, and then long tables at the back. And after sitting down at the "bar" and getting our drinks, we were moved to the end of one of the long tables in the middle of a huge party of British pre-teen boys who were doing a really poorly costumed interactive school unit on Roman/British history. So they were all wearing red plaid greatkilts over their school uniforms, and their instructor, similarly costumed, was doing a narrative half-acted presentation of some extremely improbable movie-esque history, while we sat there eating soup made out of grass and twigs and wondering if they were ever going to feed us dinner at all. Also, I recall being somewhat worried that I was the only one who didn't seem to have a plate.

Real life is far more comforting and less confusing, but not nearly so interesting.