Ever wake up hungry after a nap? I do all the time. I just woke up from a nap a little while ago. Too late for a nap, actually. I'll be up till 3:00am. Had a weird, intense dream. Claire was in it. She was speeding away from my house. She ran into garbage cans and an old wooden table. The table was rolling down the street after her. Bridget Callahan was in it too. She and I were talking outside of a beauty salon. I kept thinking she had really cool hair. Joe Pesci was in it but he didn't look like Joe Pesci. He looked like an actor from The Sopranos. He was trying to scare me but was just joking. He was with two other guys. They all had this weird feeling about them. I figured out in my dream they weren't mafia scary, they were Quentin Tarantino scary. So, I wasn't that scared of them. I was having trouble dialing phones throughout my dream. It was very frustrating. Just Googled what that meant. Means I'm having trouble communicating with someone. But, all of that is not the point of this post.
The point is I woke up starving to death.
The Skimmer said, "You want me to run to the store?"
"Yes. And get something good. I mean really good. Like, something really bad for us."
"What are you talking about?"
"I'm starving to death for something really good. Like if I was in an ice cream mood, I would want a banana split. But, I'm not in an ice cream mood so I want the equivalent of what I want to be a banana split."
He just shook his head at me.
I continued, "Like maybe one of those gigantic eclairs. Know what I mean? Those huge ones in the bakery? I want something like that, but not exactly. But, you know with a huge eclair you get the donut taste? And the cream filling? And the chocolate? I want something with a lot of stuff like that."
He was laughing at me but I was dead serious.
I continued, "I don't want anything small. Nothing little that'll be over in two seconds. I want something that'll last for awhile."
"Ooooo-kay!"
"Maybe something custardy. Banana cream pie type thing? Banana cream pudding? Chocolate pudding? Ah! Maybe creme brulee!"
"They won't have cream brulee."
"They might. Just go to the bakery. They make tons of good stuff. I keep thinking ice cream though. With chocolate on it. And sprinkles. And you could buy those edible bowls."
"You are nuts!"
"And nuts! We could put nuts on it too. Just get something really, really good. Like, really good."
He just left for the store. I hope he makes the right choice.
1. It's true. I do have awesome hair.
3. When I feel like that, more often than not I end up eating half a box of Crispix.
Posted by: Bridget Callahan | October 17, 2009 at 07:35 PM
You know, after typing this all out what I seriously really want is a banana split. lol It's got everything plus the cold factor.
Posted by: blue girl | October 17, 2009 at 07:41 PM
Why was I running like that? Maybe *I* was trying to get you something to eat. I take baked goods very seriously.
Posted by: Claire | October 17, 2009 at 09:09 PM
Claire, the dream had a sort of sinister feel to it. But, not completely. I was trying to lock doors in the Quentin Tarantino part, and had to do it with the phone. And I couldn't punch the buttons right. It was like a "code" I couldn't figure out. Then, in the next part, I was at my neighbors' house. They are very old (in real life). And you were there. I had been on the phone with my mom and my phone went dead. I knew she would worry and went to the old neighbors house to use their phone. They had two phones that were ancient. So ancient they didn't have regular phone buttons. And to dial them, you had to punch all these different weird buttons. Again, like code. I wasn't able to make the call after several attempts. That's when you and Mrs. L (she jumped into the car with you) went flying out of the driveway. It was like you were escaping!
Posted by: blue girl | October 17, 2009 at 11:11 PM
"Yes. And get something good. I mean really good. Like, something really bad for us."
:) This sounds like Grizzled... "You went grocery shopping, but there's nothing fun here! I want something fun!!
Posted by: Jennifer | October 18, 2009 at 02:51 PM
It sounds like an episode of the Twilight Zone!
Posted by: Claire | October 18, 2009 at 07:03 PM
So, what did he bring home?
Posted by: zombie rotten mcdonald | October 19, 2009 at 10:55 AM
Claire was in it. She was speeding away from my house. She ran into garbage cans and an old wooden table.
Are you sure this wasn't Jennifer?
Posted by: fish | October 19, 2009 at 12:23 PM
Are you sure this wasn't Jennifer?
lol
Posted by: Jennifer | October 19, 2009 at 01:21 PM
She ran into garbage cans
Definitely wasn't Kathleen.
She doesn't RUN into garbage cans.
Posted by: zombie rotten mcdonald | October 19, 2009 at 01:39 PM
And I am TOTALLY sorry for that last comment
Posted by: zombie rotten mcdonald | October 19, 2009 at 01:39 PM
EW
Posted by: Kathleen (in Oakland) | October 19, 2009 at 06:47 PM
also, I have to know what he came up with.
Posted by: Kathleen (in Oakland) | October 19, 2009 at 06:48 PM
Ok, my comment seems to be gone... I was curious if he brought home something like bad seafood, something that made you sick... you've been awol for a bit.
Posted by: Jennifer | October 20, 2009 at 09:28 PM
so has mine...hope you're ok?
Posted by: almostinfamous | October 20, 2009 at 11:59 PM
Wonder where the comments went? Hmmm.
I'm fine, guys! Just had a busy day. Thanks for the concern!
Oh! And the Skimmer brought me a GIANT ECLAIR! It was all gooey and awesome. I'll have to post a pic.
Posted by: blue girl | October 21, 2009 at 07:11 AM
Before you ate it please.
Posted by: fish | October 21, 2009 at 07:54 AM