Have you ever had a food nightmare? I don’t mean a nightmarish meal at a roadside diner or if you’ve been served something a bit more exotic than expected at a dinner party. I mean — have you ever had a dream with a nightmare menu?
The other day I woke up with the distressing echoes of a horrible dream. At one point in the dream I was dining with a group of people in a very casual setting. Paper plates, cardboard trays, plastic forks — NO, that was not the nightmarish part! (And on the upside, there was no Styrofoam involved.)
In the dream I ordered the “special” and got a small, brown, folded cardboard basket. Inside there were three deep fried items. I’m not really big on deep fried food. A nice tempura shrimp can be fun, but too much deep, fried, greasy stuff causes me indigestion so I usually avoid it. I’ve been that way all my life. It’s nothing about getting older and more careful.
Anyway, the “special” has three things. Two, are little friend oysters. I prefer fresh oysters on the half shell with a squeeze of lemon and a crisp white wine, but again, that’s not the nightmare of this menu. It’s not a food snob’s nightmare — this was the real deal. Because the third fried object, although it appears, at first to be a tiny bird, turns out to be a mouse.
I am afraid of rodents. There I said it. I revealed my completely irrational, horror movie style fear and in my dream one was there in my lunch!
Needless to say, I didn’t eat in the dream. I put the little basket down on the table and didn’t say a word to my dining companions. I woke up before any of them could ask me why I was backing away from the table.
Reading and writing about vampires, werewolves and assorted monsters of all shapes and sizes, you’d like that a little mouse wouldn’t perturb me so. But dead, alive, cooked or scampering — nightmare time! Good thing I’ve always had cats!
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