Dream Journal: Bad Food & Crumbly Mission Acquaintances (April 8, 2009)

Dream

Last night, I dreamed that I was a returned missionary who had recently graduated from college. I was in need of money so that I could finally visit Mexico.

To raise the money for my trip I decided to make a documentary film about eating weird things. Not just the typical weirdness; I'm talking about things like:

• Swallowing chunks of duck's beak inside rice balls, then soaked in sweet and sour sauce.
• Sucking the hair off of a live tarantula's legs.
• Chewing jumbo cow colon, barbecued.
• Sipping on a cold cup of an unknown substance and tastes like despair. Served raw, as it were.

The movie was a hit. I made thousands of dollars in the first week while I was getting my travel plans in order.

Once in Mexico, I wandered through the countryside, from rancho to rancho, taking in the indigenous atmosphere. As I wandered, I came across an old mission acquaintance. It was a man who raised horses locally with his family.

He immediately adopted me and made me rest my head on his shoulder; his breath was putrid and he breathed a lot.

While we watched the wranglers worked the horses, my "old friend" started to decay and turn gray and had small worms crawling through his face.

But I stayed with him until he crumbled on my shoulder and was no longer alive.

The worst part about this dream was that when I woke up, I was in such pain from the exercising the day before that I preferred to go back to sleep and continue the dream than to lay awake and endure the pain.

I don't exactly feel like this picture portrays. It's less like rainbows spewing out of my decapitated head, and more like achy, constipated flu symptoms. But I didn't have a picture for that.