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.