Dreams Reveal Important Shit about Yourself
For instance, last night:
I dreamed that I was in a retail establishment that also had a food counter. There was a lunch lady type behind the counter, and as I perused the food, she became increasingly impatient with me to order something. They had enormous brownies that for some reason you had to order by the pound, so I asked for half-a-pound of brownies.
She gave me my order in a plastic tub. I opened it up. “What’s the brown stuff on top?” I asked.
“That’s cocoa powder!” she anwered.
I walked away, but after a few steps opened the tub again, and realized that what I had was half-a-pound of ground sausage with cocoa powder sprinkled on top of it.
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That is the dream. Jill says that this is evidence that I am gay, which she says all the time (and I think there’s a lot more damning evidence than this bizarre dream, but never mind).
My interpretation: I was craving sausage (not of the penile variety), so I picked some up from the store and ate it this morning. Fuck you, Dr. Freud.
