Singapore Chinese Dreaming
Posted in Food on 03/03/2010 11:16 am by DianaThis is part of the confusion of it all. In the dream, there is very little that is different. I am in one place. There is something that sounds like rain outside, and when I look out the window, I can see that it is actually raining. There is someone at a table next to me, who has the look of someone who was just staring at me, until I looked in her direction. It’s hard to tell if there are awkward intentions here, or something very specific and sharp. Either way, I want to be flattered but sense that it’s more appropriate to be slightly on guard. It will pay off later.
When I leave that place, I take what I am reading to be someone else’s umbrella, and even though I know it at the time, I am in too much of a hurry to stop. I decide that it will work out for the best, me taking hers, and her using mine, and it might make no difference at the end of the day. Soon, however, I am out on the streets, in the rain, on my way to an appointment for lunch at a Chinese restaurant. I walk quickly, and I know that I need to be impressive for this, because there are some futures that could be made easier if the meal is seamless and uncomplicated.
Chinese food is always complicated, however, and this is one of the reasons I like it so very much. There are some simple ideas and philosophies here, but the tastes have to meet with each other in unusual combinations, and this sets in motion some fortunate events, culinarily speaking. This is a beautiful day, except for one problem. When I meet with the client, he is staring at my umbrella, which is covered with pink flowers. And just outside the window, the woman from the cafe earlier is standing, and starting to knock on the glass. She wants to speak to me. When I do wake up from the dream, I cannot distinguish it from the day, because they are exactly the same.