I just had an extremely bizarre dream.
I was in this tiny little town at this Italian restaurant that was next to a saloon/dance hall, and I ordered a bottle of rose.
Now, mind you, I did not know the price, so when it comes down to it at the end of the night, this wine bottle is $561. Naturally, I freak out, and I am like, there is no way in hell I'm paying that. I mean, for god's sake, the saloon hall sells it for $127 after I look at their menu (because apparently both places are by the same owner).
Seeing my freak out/impending knowledge that I'm going to be cleaning a LOT of dishes to pay for one bottle of wine, this woman sits me down and tells me the story of this wine: two star-crossed lovers build a vineyard together by the lake after they meet and realize they are each other's one true loves. Their wines they create are the culmination of their love, but alas, she falls ill and passes. Upon her passing, a new grape varietal grows in her favorite spot in the vineyard. He, in his grief, cultures and breeds the varietal and produces this rose out of it, before losing the entire shipment in this impossibly deep lake due to a storm when he was crossing it, and he passes in the storm himself.
The woman then brings me to the lake side where this purported legendary shipment of rose is (I was thinking it was just a nice, sweet story), and tells me that if I'd like to get a bottle from the depths, I just have to sing to the lake's eels about love.
Despite my hesitance to sing to eels (shocker), I comply and she coaches me along the way, singing love songs to the eels. Shortly after we began to sing, the lake surface showed little spouts of water where eels were diving down, and I begin to believe the story. Soon enough, a wine bottle can be seen bobbing our direction and the bottle comes ashore. It is, of course, a bottle of this legendary rose. I pick it up with the intention to give it to the restaurant as a replacement bottle, but before I turn to leave, she asks me to stay as "the eels have something else for you."
Of course, at this point, I'm pretty positive this is going to end in some weird murder plot where I get drowned by a swarm of eels, but thankfully it does not. They bring another bottle of this wine to the lake shore and she picks it up and hands it to me. She says, "the eels have asked that you save this bottle for your own true love, so that you may share it together." In my own head, I know that eels can't talk, but they also can't fetch wine bottles, so I accept the bottle and tell the lake/eels that I will do as they have asked.
As we turn to leave, I hear a happy, yet somewhat mournful kind of singing coming from the lake. I turn back to the lake and I see a beautiful ghostly couple dancing over the water as the eels circle around them, singing about love.
I do not know what possessed me to share this dream, but I felt that I should.
In celebration of it, go open up a beer, or a bottle of wine, or your favorite drink with those you love (or that one true love of your own), and I hope you have a lovely experience doing so.
Cheers.
