My subconscious wants in on the cleanse too...
The weird and weirdly vivid dreams continue: last night I dreamt that I was in a very very crowded restaurant (like, to a claustrophobia-inducing degree, shoulder-to-shoulder) and received a salad I did not order: a gnarly, wilted bed of colorless iceberg lettuce piled with cocktail shrimp, Andy Capp's Hot Fries and some sort of milky Ranch-related dressing. The elderly waitress mixed it with her bare hands on the table before me and then said, very authoritatively, "Here, eat it, YOU LIKE THIS." And eat I did. Only some time later in the next dream scene (in which I heard noises beneath my bed and, produced of superhuman strength, lifted it to find a living tomb beneath with slumbering bearded men packed together shoulder-to-shoulder) did I realize I had transgressed the dietary guidelines of the cleanse and felt extreme remorse.
I hate shrimp. Freudian analysis, anyone?
Please excuse my trivial aside here, and thank you to everyone for sharing your revelations. Namaste!
Ashley B.
posted by Ashley @ 3:02 PM
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4 Comments:
I have some pretty bazzare dreams also. I had a dream Gina pulled my back molars out. Analizing this thinking perhaps the feeling might be such as in a strenuous class I had just taken and thinking the feeling was comparable?
Sometimes my dreams really speak to my heart and sometimes they are super looney tunes!
Anonymous was me Leslie... oops
Ashley, I think what you are really hungry for is a can of sardines.
I am not a fan of shrimp either. It is a texture thing for sure. I am hoping there is not a Freudian connection here. The texture of shrimp gives me the hee-bee-jee-bees.
That dream salad does have a wild palate of textures.
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