Dream-fragment from last night

Mar 27, 2008 07:51

I was staying at a house belonging to one of my brothers--the elder, I believe--out in the 'burbs. Big old sprawling dark wooden house, very rustic. Other people who were staying there kept popping up or wandering through, often in various states of undress, most slim reddish-blonds, all wiry and unpretentious and vaguely grubby, like extras from A Knight's Tale or something. Random guys and I think a whole family wandering by.

Breakfast, with all those people staying there, was a mess. There was a huge coffeemaker, but the batch somebody had brewed was decaf. Somebody pointed me towards "the other coffeemaker," which was propped up in the corner.

It was a large spiraling drinking horn tied to a wonderfully gnarled polished wood staff, with the drinking horn covered in the sort of slim brown paper bag they put wine in at nice stores. And inside it was all steamy and covered with condensed droplets, and there was indeed a batch of coffee grounds in the horn, percolated in hot water.

I went to make myself a "horn" of coffee, and that turned into one of those complicated frustrating fetchquests of a dream, with the trying to get the right ratio and having to go to the town store for hot water or something stupid like that. But, dude, coffee in a drinking horn.

Not that it would work with the one I have--hot liquids would melt the wax coating on the inside and it would generally be very unpleasant. But...

...drinking horn. Yay.

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