Entry 180: Thirst
My parents were lounging on the couches, watching a movie on the flatscreen. TV and dinner tonight, chili, a relaxing evening. I became thirsty, so I went to the kitchen, grabbed a glass chalice, filled it with crushed ice, and poured tea in it. Instantly, the ice dissolved and the beverage was no longer cold as I drank it. I filled the empty glass with more ice, but the same event occurred.
There was plenty of liquid, but the lack of coldness failed to sate my thirst. My dad, almost finished with his meal, gave me three dollars. Why? He was craving a hotdog from the vendor down the street. What kind of toppings do you want? He wanted relish.
The dilemma I faced in this dream left me at a standstill. I was not able to fulfill my father's request, because I was still thirsty.