I think I dream more when I’m coming down with something. I went to bed last night with a sore throat and stuffy nose, and had bizarre dreams all night. The one just before waking, the one I remembered, was interesting because somewhere in my subconscious I had concepted an iPhone app. I’ve been thinking about this dream all morning, during my drive to the office. It follows”
I’m in a restaurant, one I’ve never been in before and I open my phone. It geolocates where I am and presents me with a dialogue and I select Game of Thrones and it presents me with a menu. Every item is named after a character in Game of Thrones.
A waitress approaches the table, ready to take my order.
“I’d like the Cersei Lannister,” I say. “And some unsweet tea.”
“Do you mean the Temple Drake?” she asks.
“No,” I say. “The Cersei. Club sandwich.”
“You should try the Popeye,” she says. “It comes with polenta.”
“The Lord Varys?”
“No, the Popeye.”
I’m looking at my phone, bewildered. We don’t seem to be connecting. My phone vibrates and I see a notification that says Look Through Me and an pulsing icon of someone raising a phone to their eyes.
I hold up my iPhone like it was a periscope and look through it. The restaurant is transformed into an old diner where everyone is smoking, including me. I used to be a heavy smoker and quit in 2003, when I was 33. Those numbers occur to me then and I’m horrified at how much I’m enjoying the cigarette.
The waitress is gone. I’m smoking.
That’s all I remember.