Perfidy

I went to visit Johno and the lovely and talented Misses Johno.

I was by myself, and had a rental car because I didn’t want to take my warwagon so far. Because, in my dream, they lived in Texas, I think…maybe Arizona. Someplace scrubby.

So I got down there, and they had a sweet place. It was a big second-floor apartment. It was new, but had alot of interesting spaces and unexpected nooks characteristic of older, re-purposed accomodations. The net effect was very positive. Johno even had the space to have his whole baking set-up the way he (mostly) wanted.

I guess we hung out through the night…I dunno, or maybe I just got down there really early in the morning. I got a hankerin’ for a McDonald’s breakfast sandwich, which is odd for several reasons, and I was astonished, even in my dream, that Johno wanted one too. I don’t think I ever left to get any though, because I couldn’t retain his directions to the nearest one. We ended up playing pool on the huge red felt pool table that dominated his living room that I guess I hadn’t noticed before.

But by then Misses Johno was trying to sleep on the little daybed nearby, and kept yelling at us to stop making so much noise. I was trying to puzzle through how to play pool quietly, then realized they didn’t have a bedroom at all but slept either on or next to the pool table.