California Dreamin'

When I was a kid I would have a recurring dream about being on a train going through the hills of India with women in bright blue and pink saris.

And over the weekend I had a great dream that I kept repeating over and over in my head when I woke up so that I wouldn't lose it. The average time to remember a dream is about 50 seconds and then you forget it. Not this one. It has all the hurkey gurkey quality of dreams where nothing runs together in a seamless manner so bear with me. I was in Paris with my mother and went out in the dark morning light to find coffee and croissants. And every place that I went seemed not to be serving food and was badly lit. So I finally found a place to buy coffee and then I didn't have any money so they prepared whatever it was in tinfoil while I went out to change money. Then I went to find my mother and walked around the edge of cliff -- you see I said it wasn't going to be logical -- and suddenly everything was in technicolor. Across a body of water I saw an amusement park with ferris wheels, steamboats with water guysers shooting up into the air and everything was incredibly festive which made me laugh out loud. Buttes Chaumont. That's a park in Paris and thats the name that came to me. I don't actually think it's an amusement park but still thats what I called it in my dream. When I finally saw my mother, still clutching the coffee and croissant in tin foil, she didn't speak to me but merely raised her eyes in the direction of the clock to hammer home the point that I was late. Really late. Same day but late.

I woke up with a feeling of such pleasure at finding such a great park and began to plan on going there immediately.

And, see I've ever remembered the dream for several days.