Coffeehouse dream
I used to have vivid dreams quite often. These days, sleep is more elusive (they say insomnia is a national epidemic), and a shorter night's sleep seems to translate into fewer dreams of quality. The other night, though, during a wild wind and rain storm, I managed to eke out a full night's sleep, and with it, came this dream.
A woman had written a novel about a coffehouse that was located in an unnamed, isolated, rural town in California. The people that came to the coffeehouse, the folks that worked there, and the magical events that occured, made for a delightful read, and the book was extremely popular. In fact, Oprah had reviewed it, and well, you know what happens after that. The general assumption was that the book was at least semi-autobiographical. The public was so taken with this book that many people spent vacations and spare time driving around the state, looking for the coffeehouse. Many online message boards posted theories about where the coffeeshop could be located.
The author of this book lived in obscurity and was very private. So private, in fact, that when she was kidnapped, no one really noticed. She was kidnapped by a tv network that was doing a reality/makeover kind of show. While she was in captivity, they picked a town (Lotus, California), and built a coffeeshop there that fit in every way the details from the book. They hired people to work in it who looked like the book's characters.
When the woman was released, it was into this coffeeshop. Really, there had been no coffeeshop that the novel was based upon - it was purely from her imagination. When she entered the shop, it was as if she, too, was dreaming - here was her imagination brought to life, albeit a stagey, made-for-tv kind of life. I was there in the coffeeshop when she came in. Rather than protest, she simply went behind the counter and started taking an order. I sat at a table, and she came over and sat opposite me. She was an expert tarot card reader, and I asked for a reading. Instead of using a deck of cards, however, she pulled out a big piece of paper and started to draw images on the paper. I watched as she sketched stories from my future.
A woman had written a novel about a coffehouse that was located in an unnamed, isolated, rural town in California. The people that came to the coffeehouse, the folks that worked there, and the magical events that occured, made for a delightful read, and the book was extremely popular. In fact, Oprah had reviewed it, and well, you know what happens after that. The general assumption was that the book was at least semi-autobiographical. The public was so taken with this book that many people spent vacations and spare time driving around the state, looking for the coffeehouse. Many online message boards posted theories about where the coffeeshop could be located.
The author of this book lived in obscurity and was very private. So private, in fact, that when she was kidnapped, no one really noticed. She was kidnapped by a tv network that was doing a reality/makeover kind of show. While she was in captivity, they picked a town (Lotus, California), and built a coffeeshop there that fit in every way the details from the book. They hired people to work in it who looked like the book's characters.
When the woman was released, it was into this coffeeshop. Really, there had been no coffeeshop that the novel was based upon - it was purely from her imagination. When she entered the shop, it was as if she, too, was dreaming - here was her imagination brought to life, albeit a stagey, made-for-tv kind of life. I was there in the coffeeshop when she came in. Rather than protest, she simply went behind the counter and started taking an order. I sat at a table, and she came over and sat opposite me. She was an expert tarot card reader, and I asked for a reading. Instead of using a deck of cards, however, she pulled out a big piece of paper and started to draw images on the paper. I watched as she sketched stories from my future.
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