Miel de Maple

It was the calm Sunday night of a thrilling weekend when my best friend said: we can have italian or we can meet these place called Ihop, US-like stuff.

I was really hungry so I told him: ‘Ihop’. Also the best answer to the question: where you should have dinner in order to feel a bothersome fullness, uncomfortable  enought to keep you awake until 4am?

We had a giant hamburger and enough fries and Coca-Cola to supply the daily caloric intake of four sailors.

I didn’t mind until bedtime when I started  feeling  a half-soul / half-physical discomfort.  I then remembered Thomas Hobbes saying:

“…cold doth in the same manner generate fear in those that sleep, and causeth them to dream of ghosts, and to have phantasms of horror and danger.”

My advice? Believe English philosophers  and your parents when they say you will have a  ’disturbed repose’ if you eat tons of food before bedtime.

It’s been six months since my grand-mother passed away. She died at the age of 76 because of ventilatory complications; she was as hard-core smoker.

The same night she died I had a dream with her. I can’t remember it at all but we were having a big time just chatting and smoking like chimneys.

Ancients believed dreams were visitations which could predict the future or carry messages. I feel more sympathetic for Freud’s Interpretation Of Dreams: dreams as messages from our deep-self, as a resource of inner knowledge and a key for self-description. But, who knows?

Farewell, Grandmother…