bent knifes

I dreamt that I was supposed to help my dad move. I was away in some farm country and he was at the coast. I needed to ride my bike out there, which was very far, but it was the only means I had and it was best not to think about it and just get on my bike and go. I rode up to the river, which would guide me all of the way there. I hadn't ever been there with a bike, only a car, so I wasn't familiar with the best way to get on the road that I needed to be on. I was in a transit type tunnel, but could see out the window to the roads and exits. I figured I would just try one and if it was wrong, try another. Even though I was trying not to be stressed about the length of my trip and how I was getting there, I was on a time limit. I wasn't sure if I would be able to make it there on time, but I wasn't not going to try.

Then I was at a dinner. My aunt was there and distant cousins. Was I at the coast helping move already? not sure. We were all sitting to eat. I brought a vegetarian dish, not because I was a vegetarian, I just liked the dish. My distant cousin SM thanked me, as she was one. I accepted the thanks. We were trying to cut through some of the vegetables. Things that should be easy enough to cut through, cooked asparagus etc., but the normal knives were not doing the job. I happened to have a set of knives from home. They were special I guess. I've always liked nice design etc, but these were bent at a 30 degree angle. You would have to hold the knife handle off of the side of the table to make the blade reach the plate or what was on the plate. Even then, if you had a dish with a sloped edge, it would be almost impossible to use them. Very awkward and I didn't like the style. I wasn't sure why I had them.