dreams: October 14, 1998
showing "my" ID to get a drink
I'm going to a bar with
John,
Phoebe,
and Troy. The woman behind the counter
asks for my ID card in order to get in; I show her a card that Troy lent
me -- it's his girlfriend's driver's license, with her picture (a latina
woman with long curly hair). The woman who works here doesn't catch
the deception. We all go into the bar.
John, Phoebe and I are sitting at the bar. I can't decide what
I want to drink. I ask the woman bartender (who is in a room
on the other side of the counter) to tell me about my choices. Together
we come up with the drink I most want: cranberry juice, bubbly water
and hard alcohol (gin, vodka, or something). She serves it to me in
a big glass pitcher. I drink it all down quickly, enjoying the taste.
Phoebe bought a few small liqueur bottles; they look like vanilla-extract
bottles. I take a sip/whiff.
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