My House, Caronport Saskatchewan
Preparing Brunch, 1:07PM
Weather = overcast and pleasant
I had a very strange dream about the Humanities students here in Caronport. Now Humanities students are strange to begin with (chuckle) but this did not help that situation.
In my dream I happened to be in a food court, I think in the Moose Jaw Country Mall. A friend was there with me (we shall call him SE) and my brother eloquently told us that it was to snow tomorrow and that the cafeteria would be closed. He invited us to 'sup' with him and his friends upon armadillo cake and that there was plenty for us all. SE inquired as to the type of armadillo cake, because as every humanities student knows there are many different types, some good and some bad. They were yet unsure and the other humanities students (whom I recognized at other tables and behind some of the food bars) discussed it.
The general consensus was that they wanted to try a bad armadillo cake. Perhaps one with laced with frog innards or perhaps the one laced with frog 'outards.' After all, it would be an exotic experience, something that none of them had ever done before or tasted. SE did not have time for this sort of fiddle faddle and the idea of eating armadillo cake containing unknown ingredients unsettled him. He told them strongly that if time permitted he would TEACH them how to make proper armadillo cake, but he would not eat bad cake.
The pastor (we shall call him KF) looked on amusingly as he contemplated the mysteries of the universe. The English professor (we shall call him SD) motioned to SE to contemplate the offer for a time. He smiled knowingly and made the motion of juggling invisible balls and laughed to himself. "That's all I'm going to say," and he looked at us meaningfully.
Now SE was in a bind for SD was quite correct. The juggling of exotic experience and the humdrum of life was something to be considered for all time. And so we contemplated the mysteries of the universe until a lady from from house church (we shall call her SS) told us that she once stuffed frog lungs with buffalo innards.
Now I thought that this was ridiculous and asked her politely "umm... why?" (For some reason 'how' wasn't a valid question in this context) The answer came to me as soon as I asked my question. What could be more delightful than bacon flavored gushers? They would be for dessert of course.
Then I woke up.
If you have any idea what it could all mean, please leave a comment.
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