I dream of Owl Meat
Owl Meat's Funtastic Thursday guest posts are getting darker and less game-filled, but also more thought-provoking. However, Owlie, sometimes a carrot is just a carrot. EL
Today's topic is food nightmares.
I don't have many nightmares about food, but considering my diet, a little late-night duck vindaloo or chicken-fried weasel might give Morpheus some extra traction. Here are some random thoughts on the subject: ...
In dreams I often go grocery shopping, usually at the Rotunda Giant. (Wow, talk about a subconscious diet buster – the Rotunda Giant.) In real life I haven't shopped there since college. I go down the aisles and pick out perfectly mundane things that I need.
I did have a dream a few weeks ago where the Rotunda Giant was part of a German POW camp and I was the leader of group of POWs who were escaping, but first I needed to fill a suitcase full of cheese.
I dream-shop at other supermarkets, too; and there always seems to be a cheese issue. J'aime le fromage. Ich liebe Käse. Amo el queso.
I have invented recipes in dreams. Good ones like my flying squirrel caramel swirl.
Can everybody taste in dreams? I can.
Any interesting food dreams out there?
Here's something from New Scientist to chew on:
"Chocolate may aggravate a sleep disorder in which people unknowingly act out violent nightmares, thrashing about and shouting as they dream. About 1 in 200 people suffers from the disorder, called rapid eye movement sleep behaviour disorder, or RBD. Most sufferers are men. In a report due to appear in Sleep Medicine, Vorona suggests that the caffeine in chocolate helps to block the natural process called atonia that paralyses us during dreams. This leaves the sleeper more free to move."
Yes! Research is cool. In addition to the phrase, "Why you gotta be like that, baby?" I can add, "It was the chocolate, baby. I thought you were a succubus sent by Morpheus to lead us out of the Matrix."