dream_taste nr my brother and i were on a plane, and the man sitting behind me (directly RIGHT behind me; there was no back to my chair) asked the flight attendant for a peach. she went to get one, then handed it to him with a small smirk. it didn't look like a peach; it was the size and colour of a yellow grapefruit but the texture of a nectarine. the man was suddenly fast asleep, and i decided i really wanted to try to the peach. i took out a plastic knife that i conveniently had with me and cut off a slice. this thing tasted SO good. it was kind of sweet and citrusy and juicy and just... i don't know exactly, but when i woke up i wished and wondered if this mystery fruit existed somewhere. i cut off a few more slices and ate them, and my brother cut off a couple too. then we realized it wasn't a normal peach. i couldn't figure out why, and my brother was giving me a look like he knew but wouldn't tell me. "what? what is it? just tell me!" i said, worrying that it would make me sick or was poison. "i've had a lot of it." then i realized it was going to make us high. after that, i just wandered around the plane and actually did feel spacey. when i got back to my seat, the man was still asleep and his peach had turned into something that looked like a thin canned drink, but had a fuzzy consistency. i read the ingredients on the can, and sure enough, this peach/can/unnamed object contained alcohol. "so it gets us drunk, not high," i said. 260309 ... raze the most vivid sensation i ever had of tasting something in a dream might have come in a brief commercial for a new kind of coffee twenty years ago. the drink fell into my mug like powder before liquefying. it was naturally sweet, but not in an overpowering way. "like some sort of godly collaboration between coffee and soup," i wrote in my dream journal. it even smelled incredible. halfway through, i found something resembling an oatmeal cookie swimming at the bottom of the broth, with white tendrils hanging off of it. i took a bite. it was delicious. the coffee with a prize inside even had its own theme song: a wistful bossa nova-tinged tune. the accordion quoted the main melodic motif from peggy lee's "tango". "another moonlight baby," went the chorus. "moonlight baby, goodbye." "i wish it were winter," i said. "this would be perfect for the cold weather." then i_woke_up. 260310 ... ovenbird Last night I dreamed of an ancient variety of lemon. They were as small as sugar mandarins and slightly oblong. I was telling the people with me that the agricultural business had ruined lemons, making them tough and sour. These lemons were from the age of the dinosaurs and you could eat them directly, without adding sugar. I peeled one and put a segment in my mouth and it was unbelievably delicious. It was tart and lemony, but mild and slightly sweet. It tasted almost like a more complex lemon curd. I would definitely eat lemons if they tasted like that. 260312 what's it to you? who go blather from