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epitome of incomprehensibility
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My friend Julia has come with me on a dream_train heading east, but it turns out to be west after all.
"We wanted to go downtown," I say to my mother, frustrated, and the "we" includes another person. Sometimes she's a dream invention named Rachel. Sometimes she's Harmeet, a friend from college.
Mom says it's no problem: the two others can stay overnight and we can all head downtown the next day.
It's the next day. I cook breakfast in the bathtub. This involves holding a cast iron pan over the drain.
Rachel, who is now Harmeet, has a doily for a placemat. I'm concerned that she wants porridge, which I haven't provided. In India (where she isn't from, only her parents) everyone eats hot porridge for breakfast, I'm convinced. But "porridge" becomes "eggs" at some point because I say, "Oh, I've forgotten the eggs. Who wants an egg?"
Only Dad holds up his hand.
"One, then. No, two." I need to count myself. I return to crouching over the tub.
Mom has come with Julia, Harmeet, and me. Harmeet is Rachel again (it happens). We're on the bus when we meet Caleb, whose brother is The Doorman (see dream_names). Well, he's not the only doorman, but he's in a band called The Doorman. What follows? Dream_conversations.
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