15 August 2006

My favorite kind of berry is an eggplant

So just generally I am not a fan of the sharing of dreams: its that slightly-queasy-too-much-info feeling, and I just can't handle it. That being said, occasionally there is just something so ridiculous that my subconscious throws at me that I feel compelled to share: I know, loopy much?
On this particular occasion, I have no direct explanation, though for background I will say that I am generally a vegetarian, and lately I've been craving chicken.
Last night I dreamed up a product called "Jacket Meat" that looked like a hotdog but was in fact the skin of a hotdog filled with yogurt. Even in the dream I knew that there was no way I could eat this thing, and that even though it was being marketed as a vegetarian alternative to hotdogs, there was no way it could possibly be regarded as vegetarian.
Stranger still, I was creating an art installation out of trucker caps advertising this product. Big ones, little ones, all of them attached to wire or a wall in some manner.
I wonder if truckers would eat Jacket Meat.
I wonder if there are vegetarian truckers.

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