Sweet Dreams are Made of… BBQ
I had drinks with my girlfriend, Leslie, last night who is a talented, accomplished writer:
She always has interesting things to say while I crack a joke and hope it counts for insight. You read my blog… you’re aware of this insight.. not so interesting.. laughable.. but not new information that adds depth to one’s life. Well, not true, I taught my friend’s 4 year-old how to do the Badonkadonk and she now has the best booty shake in her tot ballet class. I would say that accounts for something. Anyhow, after a couple glasses of Sangria, Leslie was knocked down to my level (well, close to it), thank goodness, and I guess it carried into her dreams. This is the email she sent me this morning:
Perhaps I was splattering Corky's BBQ Sauce - it's my favorite.
I dreamt that you and I went home together to meet my parents in the house I grew up in. You got really tired and wanted to take a nap on the couch so I left you alone and went to talk with my mom and dad in the kitchen. Then we heard a loud bang. I walked back into the family room and you were gone and we all were scared and freaking out and then we found you in the foyer, next to a knocked-over statue with BBQ sauce splattered all over. You had been sleepwalking, then you woke up and got really scared b/c you thought the BBQ sauce was blood and we had to calm you down. I was yelling, “It’s just barbecue sauce, Lauren! You’re OK!” I have ZERO idea what the hell this means.
I laughed so hard when I read this , I lost 3lbs. I went on every dream interpretation website Google could muster with no luck of a dream explanation. I think I drugged her Sangria and forgot about it. I searched deep down at one point and thought maybe the BBQ sauce had something to do with the fact I’m from Memphis and we’re known for our BBQ. That’s what I get for thinking too hard. I actually think it’s her subconscious warning her of what a train wreck I am.
Anyone have crazy dreams they want to share? Spill it.
November 19th, 2009 at 8:57 am
I’m pretty sure dreams about tangy condiments represent a deep seated fear that people will only like me for my outer beauty (aka the BBQ sauce) and never look deeper to see what a smart and kind person I truly am (aka the ribs.) Either that, or I just had sangria with a Southern bootyshaker and, after a late-night Lauren-inspired snack of collard greens and hoppin’ john, I dreamed of BBQ. either way, I had a blast with you!