What Dreams Are Made Of

Originally posted May 5, 2006

What are dreams made of? I deduce that it may be a concoction of beef jerky, spiderwebs, prescription drugs, some kind of vaporizing ingredient, and laundry soap....which has almost nothing to do with this blog, but is loosely related in that yes, I had another dream last night.

(It is here that I'd like to say "shmooze," which also has nothing to do with this blog but is a fun word to say.)

My dream last night landed me in the middle of a war. I was some kind of soldier-in-training, and I had to hide in the jungle. However, a large monster was tramping through the high grass, and I had to run to avoid being stomped. I barely made it back to the barracks, where I was informed that it was really just a training exercise, and that I failed because I'm a woman. The person telling me this was a black guy with an injury...I don't remember what. Arm. Leg. Something.

I got so mad that I screamed, "Yeah, you can talk! You think just because you're black that you can tell a woman when she's inferior?! Haven't you experienced discrimination too? You know what, this is all a bunch of bullsh** (at this point I snatched something up off his bunk and shoved it in my pocket, then started storming out of the room) because we're all dead inside."

That's all I remember of that dream. What a weird message, too. I'm serious...I think beef jerky is somehow involved in the making of dreams. Why? Because no one understands beef jerky.

Or perhaps I'm watching too much "Lost" and "ER," and somehow combining the two in my head. I should make a new show called "LER" or "OSTER." What about "LOSER?" Never mind...don't answer that.

Oh yeah...roquefort. That also has nothing to do with this blog, but is another fun word to say. Schmoozy Roquefort. Sweet...I'm starting a band.

Quoll Loris...OUT!

Dom commented: what's "natch?" me not know.

Kim commented: Where in this blog did I say natch? Must be from a different one. Anyway, it's slang for "naturally." As in, "I'm the coolest person, natch." I know, I know...it's very Entertainment Weekly.