Thursday, November 04, 2010

Food and Dreams


Dreamed last night that I was riding around the village on my bike, and that I stopped at a house, went in, and sat on the floor (bare boards). I was watching the family pet - a beetle - move an inverted teacup around on the floor. The beetle then transformed itself into a piece of china, then a rodent, and then a cat.

The family took all this in their stride, accepting that this was normal. I advised them that the scientific community and the military would pay millions to get hold of this creature and sequence its DNA. They remained unconvinced.

I think this dream was seeded by the 'meal' we had at the services on the A14, travelling back from May's funeral on Wednesday. Desperate for something hot to eat, we decided on something from KFC, which I believe was called a 'Boneless Box' (not very promising, I should have realised). Let's just say that the wobbly, pallid, damp bits of 'meat' shivering inside their various fatty coatings bore more than a passing resemblance to the shape-shifting, amorphous blob of matter (of indeterminate genetic origin) that I found in my dream.