Dream Diary – How I shared a meal with Coyote

One day some friends and I decided to try out this new and fancy exotic restaurant in town. We sat down at a nice big table and looked around:
Everywhere on the ceiling and the walls were flowers and plants, some real looking, some clearly fake. It was a kinda jungely atmosphere, like in the ride „Piraten in Batavia“ at the Europapark. Through arched doors and windows we could see a big river or pond, but that must have been an illusion: The building wasn't nearly big enough to contain that much water!
A waiter came and gave out menues, then asked what we would like to drink.
My brother – he wasn't really my brother but I kinda thought of him as my brother - decided to get the special beer they served only here. I ordered tea.
I skimmed over the menue and found something I really really really wanted to try: It might have been the description – share a meal that is worthy for a god! - I don't really know. I just knew, that was what I wanted to eat.
The waiter came back and we ordered our meals. When I asked him, what mine was he just smiled – a smile that reminded me of a bird – and asked me with whom I'd like to share the meal. I looked at him, puzzled, when a voice behind me rescued me: „She'll share with me!“
There stood, smiling, a person I recognized as my father.
That's impossible! He's supposed to be in another country right now! said my brain, but I chose not to listen to it. Not yet.
My father winked at me: „I'll get you as soon as the meal's ready, ok?“
I nodded.
The waiter – he strongly reminded me of a bird now – brought our drinks.
He poured my brother his beer, as if it was an exquisite wine, and waited for him to try it. Now, my brother was one of those guys who don't visit fancy restaurants very often, so he just swallowed in one big gulp. I giggled a bit at the waiters confusion, the proceeded to try the beer myself.
Since I seemed to treat the beer with the respect it deserved – like wine - the waiter seemed to relax again. I swung the glass and wached the golden liquid swirl around. The bubbles in it formed weird shapes, I thought I recognized an elephant, then a gorilla, then a dog of some sorts and finally a bird with a long curved beak. Then I took a sip. It wasn't an unpleasant taste, not like I'd expected – I couldn't stand the taste of beer – no, it was sweet and light and prickly. I smiled and gave the glass to the next person.
Not much later the (bird) waiter asked me to follow him: My food was ready.
I took one last look at my comrades and followed him through one of the arched doors down to the water, where my father (something's strange about him) waited for me in a reed boat filled with cushions and a low table.
„Is it okay if you take the fish side?“ he asked me and pointed on the plate in front of him. I nodded again and sat down on some unoccupied cushions.
The boat started moving on it's own (must be some kind of river. I can't hear any motor sounds) and I after a toast – my tea had miraculousely found it's way into the boat and my father drank a sparkling red liquid – we started to eat. I nibbled on some scampis, then took a golden corncob with tiny fishes on top.
„Would you like a cob too?“ I asked my father. He usually didn't like corn.
„Sure. That one, please!“ He pointed on one whithout fishes.
(Who is he?)
The boat drove around a corner and I couldn't see the door anymore.
On a high stone softened with a golden frilly cushion sat an elephant with four human arms. Ganesha said my brain. He asked us if we wanted something else to drink. I saw some things clearer now and while my father ordered another bottle of the red stuff he was drinking, I asked for some mead „like the one my brother had“. The waiter seemed slightly surprised at that, but handed us our drinks without hesitation. He poured my father his drink – it said Ambrosia on the bottle – and waited for him to taste it. And like my brother, he just drank it. Now I was sure he wasn't my father.
I sipped on my mead – just like with the other one I saw figures in the bubbles – and tried to relax.
My counterpart had nearly finished off all the meat on our plate. I still had a shiny silvery fish and some vegetables.
And while the boat continued, I proceeded to eat my fish and the onions I had left, sipped on my mead and finally our plate was empty.
I looked around and noticed that we had arrived at our starting point again.
Politely I was lead out of the boat by the person I had shared my meal with. He didn't look like my father anymore at all and I wondered how I ever managed to confused the two. A burly man carried me the last steps from the boat to the shore so my feet wouldn't get wet. Gorilla. Our waiter proceeded to lead me back to our table. Ibis.
Suddenly I knew who the canine figure in the mead had been. I looked back and grinned at the man in my boat:
„I guess Coyotes don't like fish all that much!“
He grinned right back at me.