On Tue, 1 Jan 2019 13:40:48 -0800 (PST), GM
> wrote:

>Sqwertz wrote:
>
>> On Mon, 31 Dec 2018 05:17:42 -0600, Sqwertz wrote:
>>
>> > This is another of your self-centered traps. You're not asking us
>> > for suggestions for YOU, but you'll still manage to poo-poo most
>> > everything WE plan to eat as it pertains to you (and everything
>> > manages to pertain to you). Hopefully I will have just thwarted
>> > that plan, if only for this one thread.
>>
>> I had a dream last night, one of many since I hadn't slept more than
>> 4 hours in 3 nights, and this was one of them. Honest, cross my
>> heart... and bear with me....
>>
>> I was riding my bike through Julie's back yard. It was a long
>> sloped yard with a ravine or river at the very bottom. I was coming
>> along the side deck and about halfway down I saw Julie was doing
>> yoga at the fire pit - oops too late, she already saw me coming. So
>> I just kept going and said hello as I passed her - I didn't want to
>> start a conversation with her in yoga pants.
>>
>> I came to the brambles and had to get off the bike to go the rest of
>> the way. After that the ground was really soft and lumpy and a
>> patchwork of new and old grass along with sections of dead sod
>> squares - her gardener's handiwork - I thought. Then I took a few
>> steps towards the gate in the fence and the sod collapsed and I fell
>> into a hole of loose dirt and sunk up to my neck.
>>
>> Julie comes running over and says she can't lift me out with her
>> back - I yelled "no shit, just call fire rescue". She ran off to
>> call somebody but then I see her up at the fire pit getting a shovel
>> leaning against the tree. I started sinking more and panicking. I
>> looked down to see how I could climb out of there and I see a bunch
>> of small animal bones and I was on the brink of a much larger hole
>> with swift running water that would wash me out to the river. I
>> started screaming for help and neighbors were looking over the fence
>> laughing. Next thing I know fire rescue is throwing a harness down
>> to me and ... sorry, that was it.
>>
>> As I reflected upon this part of my dream after waking and if Freud
>> read rec.fooc.cooking, it's pretty obvious he would come to three
>> conclusions:
>>
>> 1. I fell into "Julie's Trap", literally and figuratively.
>>
>> 2. "The Gardener" killed and buried her cats as he didn't want to
>> live with cats. This was the first part of executing his Grand Plan.
>>
>> 3. She was going to bash my head in with that shovel and finish
>> burying me (while the rest of RFC watched?).
>>
>> Any other Freud's or Jeung's have any other interpretations? This
>> isn't the first time somebody from RFC has made a cameo in a dream.
>> And it's not always good or bad - but always strange :-)
>>
>> ObFood: I rarely ever dream of food, but when I do it has no taste.
>> In real life, today I'm having pork carnitas and more of those
>> refried beans (gotta go to store).
>>
>> -sw
>
>
>Baby, you are one ****ed - up dude...maybe lay off the weed and painkillers...


And the dwarf posts his innermost fantasy... he's obviously enamoured
with Julie's bodacious body so is envious of her gardener who showers
with her to conserve water.