Dream Lalapalluza

I love to sleep.  I am not sure why this is but I have a working theory.  It has to do with my dreams.  I have a lot of them.  Most are way better than real life.

That's quite a statement considering I have a pretty good "real" life.

In most of my dreams, I am a reluctant or dark hero.  I fight the bad guys and I like it because, inside, I am a bad guy as well.  In these "conflict" dreams, I always win.  I guess that's to be expected since I am writing the script.

I sometimes have this dream where I can't find the right uniform to wear.  I went to Annapolis for college and having the right uniform seemed to be important back then.  The dream is always the same.  I have an inspection and when I open my closet, there is nothing there.  I am not sure if this is a dream or a real memory that I am having trouble putting into the recycling bin.

Last week, after having this dream, I went to www.worldgratitudelist.com.  There is a place there where you can write down things you want to let go.  I wrote that I am letting go of this uniform dream.  The next night, I had the dream again.  This time, I opened the closet and guess what...it was still empty.  However, when I turned around, there was a laundry lady there with all of my uniforms freshly pressed and hanging in nice plastic coverings.

Funny how that worked out.

Today, I was at Costco trying to decide if I could eat a lifetime supply of tomatoes before they went bad.  That was the smallest package I could buy.  This reminded me of a dream I had a few years ago.  In this dream, I wanted a pet monkey so I went to Costco.  Made perfect sense at the time.  When I got to Costco, they didn't have any monkeys.  But they did have gorillas for sale over by the dog food section.  They were very affordable.  The only downside was that you had to buy a minimum of three.  

Right now, I am working on my Lucid Dreaming.  This is a dream state where you realize you are dreaming and take control of the wheel.  Once I master this, I may choose to never wake up again.


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j

Road Food

I have made it as far as Kentucky.

It was a nice trip on a nearly empty plane.  I had empty seats on each side of me and spent most of the flight spooning my laptop.

This morning, I woke up in a hotel, nothing unusual about that.  However, my stomach is...disappointed in me.  I have somehow let it down.  I decide to backtrack my diet on my travel day.  If I can find the source, then I can keep this from happening again.

Breakfast was Apple and Cinnamon oatmeal.  I bring that with me to Hungary since it is hard to get there. I love that stuff.  No problems so far.

The airplane food was great.  I am possibly the only person that loves airplane food.  I like it the way my dog likes dinner time.  He gets a small morning snack and is starved by the time dinner shows up.  I could feed him sawdust for dinner and he wouldn't notice.  When the food finally shows up on an airplane, I am so hungry that I scarf it down in huge gulps.  Once I think I sucked down a napkin, thinking it was mashed potates.

Somewhere over the land of volanoes, I got hungry again.  I bought two large bags of Peanut M&Ms - proof that God does exists.  I love those things.  I tried to eat one at a time but, in the end, alas... gone in 60 seconds.

Overall, nothing out of the ordinary so far.

I land in Kentucky.  An interesting side note here.  I had to pass my bags/body through security to LEAVE the airport.  I guess the message is that if you brought any bombs with you on the plane, you need to leave them with the customs officials.  I make a mental note.

The hotel is about 10 minutes from the airport.  I am, of course, starved so I pull out my GPS and type in KFC.  I need some American food.  I love Hungarian cuisine but its time to pay tribute to the land of immediate gratification.  I am surprised to see there are 11 KFCs within six miles of my position.  I think, "I must be near the KFC mother ship." Then it hits me.  I am in Kentucky.  I think the zoning laws here mandate a certain chicken density.

So, I cruse into the nearest KFC and grab a bucket of extra crispy, chicken only.  The other stuff just gets in the way of flavor.  I know it's not a balanced diet but figure I'll take an extra vitamin pill later to fill in the gaps.

I pull out of the KFC trying to resist eating it in the car, knowing I don't have the willpower.  I am reaching for a leg, the easiest thing to eat while driving and what do I see?  There is a Taco Bell only half a block away.  Five minutes later, I am cruising to my hotel with 10,000 calories of grease and carbs in the seat next to me.

Ten minutes after checking in, I fall back onto my bed completely content.  Nothing says "satisfaction" like a bucket of KFC with two double-cheesy burrito backers.

So, my menu review yielded nothing out of the ordinary.

I pop a couple of Pepto Bismo tablets (the cure for everything stomach) and move on.  


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