Oat Milk

My usual order is always a "16 ounce whole milk latte". Baristas repeatedly mishear me and think that I say, "oat milk". I frequently have to correct them and say, "No, WHOLE milk". 

The other day I went out with my daughter and told the barista "my usual" and quickly rattled off my usual order thinking it was automatic that she would remember it was whole milk and not oat milk since she had taken the same order just the day before.

I sat at a table chatting with my daughter and sipping my latte. I took note that my latte tasted better than usual and mentioned how good it was. With each sip, my taste buds came alive with the delicious flavors. When I was halfway through my latte, I noticed the sticker that said OAT MILK instead of whole milk. I was stunned at this revelation.

I said, "Oh my God! It's an oat milk latte!" and laughed that I was enjoying it so much. 

My daughter laughed at me about  how all of this time they kept trying to give me oat milk and I was adamant that it needed to be whole milk. This is the first time I actually tried an oat milk latte thanks to a happy accident.

The next time we went to our local coffee shop, I ordered a " 16 ounce OAT MILK latte" and smiled widely at my daughter when I did. She was amused that my order has now changed after so often refusing oat milk.

While I was working, I started thinking about this happy accident and the potential symbolism that the experience was trying to teach me. I considered that maybe there was someone out there who is my oat milk that maybe I'm rejecting in some way, that maybe there was someone I would really enjoy if I unknowingly gave them a chance.

I told my daughter about this theory and now we jokingly refer to an ideal partner as "oat milk". lol 

New Landlord

Dream Journal Entry: March 21, 2025

What I remember of dreams is something about someone being offered a cucumber that had been soaked in alcohol. He told the person offering it to him that he was a recovering alcoholic and couldn't have any of it. It feels like a there is a gathering of people in the location but not necessarily a party. I think the cucumber was offered more than once and declined repeatedly. 

It feels like there is a group of us in a house. There are talks of having to pack up and go elsewhere but some were planning to stay.  But then this woman comes in saying that she is the daughter of the landlord of this house. She informed us that her father had died and that this place was now hers and that all of us needed to vacate. I remember thinking it was going to be a challenge to pack everything quickly and leave. 

I then remember seeing some people that work for the new landlord come up to a man and woman who were sitting. I was seeing them through a window. A man approaches the sitting man and it appears the sitting man is injected with something and he slumps over. It feels like the ones who refuse to leave are being exterminated. The woman beside him is spared for some reason. 

I am seeing a very long strand of hair being wound up along with a string. As it is being wound up, it is gathering other hairs that were loose on the floor. I don't know what this is symbolism for. 

At some point, just before I woke, I am now seeing a tall slender white candle burning. Purification?

Interpretation: I think the dream could be about someone clearing out the old inhabitants of themselves. The old landlord (aka old self) died and new version of them took over who worked at clearing the space. The person who spoke of being a recovering alcoholic might literally be talking about a person who has taken steps to stop drinking. Maybe the long hair represents gathering up loose threads, loose ends and wraps it all up in a single continuous action. I'm not sure. It doesn't feel like the dream is about me. 

Bait and Switch

Art by Chie Yoshii

Dream Journal Excerpt: March 20, 2025 As I was starting to wake from dreams that had Keanu in them I heard, "I want a partner, not a hospice nurse." I replayed the sentence in my head trying to figure it out, but drifted back to sleep where I dreamed about Keanu more.

Interpretation: Upon waking fully, I remembered the sentence I heard in the middle of the night. Was it talking about someone who was literally experiencing hospice care? I then remembered that I had recently had a video come up in my TikTok "for you" page of a hospice nurse I followed because she told such beautiful and poignant stories about her hospice work, but this recent video was her jumping on the TikTok shop bandwagon where she was trying to sell people shit. I went to her page to see what was up and was dismayed to see that the touching stories about dying were now gone and in their place was trashy sales pitches for a plethora of random products.

I recoiled at what I saw. It was gross. I immediately unfollowed her, but feared that her videos might still show in my FYP, so I blocked her as well.

Maybe what I heard is how Keanu feels about Alexandra. Maybe she pulled a bait and switch like Hospice Nurse Marxx did where she seemed deeper in the beginning and then flipped to only wanting to promote products and make money. I can only guess. Since I am going through a divorce, I know what I heard has nothing to do with me and my life. I still don't understand why I dream of Keanu and his life, but I do. It's weird.