another dream

[padawanhilary]

I dreamed I was about 20, blonde and skinny (in other words, someone else). I was having a fight with my parents about my paganism (my parents were other people, too), and in a huff I left and went...I guess downstairs in the hotel we were staying in, because that's where Bourdain lived. I peeked inside, and he invited me into this dark, masculine set of rooms with leather furniture and candles. He could see how upset I was, so he poured me a glass of rum and shared a joint with me, and then he heard my gripes and cuddled me. He was very sweet and tender and concerned.

I did not want to wake up.