Musing on food and cooking ...

Tuesday, October 02, 2007

Dream Candy

So, last night, after I finally locked Pele out of the room because she was acting insane and driving me crazy, I had the most delicious dream in which I was married to Viggo Mortensen and we were living in a small shack somewhere on an Indian Reservation in the Dakotas. I was working as a short order cook and he was some sort of laborer.

Analysis?

1) It's been a while.
2) I need to change careers.
3) Sometmies a dream is nothing but candy.

2 comments:

Boxer rebel said...

I can never remember my dreams or at least not for very long. This one sounds like a pleasant one. A short order cook, huh, it would be an interesting job. I say follow your dream an if you can get Viggo Mortenson to follow you too that more power to you.

GourmetGoddess said...

heh, it's better for the fantasy to be unrealized. He's probably an asshole, never picks up his dirty docks from the bathroom floor, etc etc.....