Back Alley Full of Hungry People

I had the oddest dream last night. I almost never retell dreams, I find them boring. They aren't real so why bother. But this one was crazy.

I was with Aryn and her friend Heather in a dusty dirty real basement...cement floors, rough wooden work benches, wooden shelves. This was Heather's temporary appartment for some reason. It was dark out and she came bursting through the basement door from the back alley. Aryn and I were standing there and she says "There are 80 Afghanee refugees in the alley and they are starving hungry. We need to feed them!!!!!" So I peeked out the dirty window and sure enough there was a family squatting against the opposite wall, complete with naked baby in filthy cloth. They were silent and very very dirty.

So......I said "Let's make dahl". We grabbed two giant pots and slapped them onto a stove that magically appeared. On Heather's shelf were all the ingredients we needed. First in went a huge block of butter and a mass of diced oniions and garlic (thank you Aryn). Next we added spices and tumeric then massive big cans of canned tomatoes (why Heather would have all this I am not sure, but whatever we needed, she had it!). Next we added lentils and small legumes. When it was all done, remarkably quickly (thankyou dream) I added the masala. Heather found styrofoam cups and so out into the alley we went with our delicious dahl.

Silently and smoothly, dark shapes started to slide into view. Aryn ladled dahl into the cups and we started to feed them. When all was done we felt good, they felt good and I woke up.