I dream of a train again. A dream with a dog in it, my brother’s dog, a lab, head sweetly in my lap, sighing. Waiting for a train, birds in a cage on the other lap, blackbirds, two in a long kind cage with plenty of room. There’s a cool wind from the river today. Strong coffee. In the dream, we are calm and expectant, up early for a trip, excited, especially the birds. Searching a dictionary, I discover: to dream that you are eating tripe, foretells that you will be met with disappointment in some important matters.
I did not, nor have I ever, dreamed of eating tripe.