I had a dream last night about a pie. let me tell you about this delicious pie.

first a graham cracker crust; then a sweet creamy filling, like whipped cream mixed with custard in the most delicious combination possible; then cherry pie filling; then a little bit of straight whipped cream, drizzled with chocolate syrup. oh my GOD.

the context:

I live in this old country house-- tall, white, and wooden, with chipped paint. I'm walking around outside when I wander over to the forest line and see a row of pies on the ground. Each pie has a sign in front of it, and I read the signs and see, "oh, everyone on livejournal has made a pie."

in front of the best pie is a sign marked "deepsix," which is lise's friend V, who I met in toronto and who seems very nice but who I don't actually know well and who isn't even on my livejournal friendslist and who writes HP Marauders, which isn't my main interest in HP; so why she had the best pie in my dream, I don't know.

Te also has a pie-- it's some gooey fantastic chocolate thing that you feel sexy indulgent just looking at.

I find an empty cake pan on the ground (all the pies are lined up on the ground in front of the forest) behind the sign marked "alestar" and am excited about contributing my pie to this Livejournal Pie Extravaganza. I pick up the glass cake pan and start walking toward my old white country house; but a big strange dog appears at the top of the hill and runs toward me, barking. I don't know, I fend him off with my cake pan, but now I'm lost and can't get back to my house to make my pie.

I wake up hungry for cherries but there's only coffee.

alestar
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"And whenever I do spend time getting words down on paper, it always seems like wasted time--"
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