First Night

The first night we are here, I had a dream. A group of men walked into the room where I am sleeping (and it really was the right room). They walked up to the foot of the air mattress, and I sat up. “Hello, I’m elder Robbins.” said one of the men, “There’s something you have to know about living in this place.” then he turned to the others who were holding three pitchers of liquid and a blue glass. They poured the liquid in seemingly deliberate and specific amounts, like a recipe, of a foggy liquid (lemonade?), a dark brown liquid (tea?), and a white liquid (milk?), until the glass was full. They handed me the glass and it was so smooth and slippery that I nearly dropped it. It slipped through my fingers and I had to support it with both hands. The glass settled and I felt like I had a steady, but light grip on it. I looked to the right, where Ganesh was sleeping, expecting to be like, “do you see this?!” but I just saw the blankets, I pulled them back to make sure and he wasn’t there. The giant Encyclopedia of Country Living book was in his place and stained with what looked like blood but I felt like it also might have been wine. The light was dim like the early dawn. I awoke from the dream and it really was dawn. I hope this is not some sort of omen for what is to come.