Rêve: 23.01.18

I was visiting The Shed at Dulwich and ordered the Minestrone Soup. It was served in a large pail and was lukewarm. We called to our server that the food was unacceptable. She asked us if we had seen the VICE video. We had. She agreed to compensate our food but still charged us for our drinks. I ended up spending 40$ on my drink, whatever it was. We told her that the concept of The Shed was absolutely fantastic, but the food was dismal, to say the least. It could make a go as a restaurant, but only if it served good food.

From there I was at my childhood friend's house, with three dogs: Odin (my friend's 11 year old Shiloh Shepherd), an older black female dog, and a younger male. The family had gone out for a while so I was to look after the dogs. The younger male kept nipping at the black female. I separated them. Laura's father came home and showed me the tricks he had taught his dog, a small golden brown poodle that occasionally appeared pearly white. The dog could do tricks that even I as a dancer had struggled to do. It was incredible. Then Laura appeared and we were young again, yet our true age at the same time, and there were others there too. They were trying to do simple pas de deux moves, a jump to a press above your head. I taught them the correct way to hold the rib cage and how she could help me by leaning back into my hands, but for the life of me I could not lift her above my head. Akin to not being able to run in dreams when someone is chasing you. My arms were too skinny but I still had muscle.

There was another part about driving down long roads covered in snow and ice but I cannot remember the details.