"You may be an undigested bit of beef, a blot of mustard, a crumb of cheese, a fragment of underdone potato. There's more of gravy than of grave about you, whatever you are."
Ebenezer Scrooge. A Christmas Carol, Charles Dickens
Do you ever have strange dreams -- I mean strange dreams? I had one last night that was so real, and so strange, I woke up wondering if it was live or Memorex. I was in a house in a foreign country. My boss was with me, and we were being pursued by three Nazi SS officers. Now, trust me, I don't think about Nazi SS officers from one year to the next. As far as I am aware, they are not anywhere on the horizon of my conscious or subconscious mind. But there they were, live and in living color. And they were up to no good. My boss and I had apparently done something of which the Nazi SS officers did not approve, and they were about to show their displeasure. Without going into great, gory details, I managed to dispatch all three of them, thereby saving myself and my boss.
I woke up in my own bedroom, wondering -- was that dream the result of some undigested bit of pork dumpling I had had at a Chinese restaurant for dinner that evening, or had I at one time had an actual encounter with SS officers, perhaps in a previous life. I'm not sure I believe in previous lives, but some of my dreams are so real, there is no other explanation for them. Today I am exhausted, after having done battle with three Nazi SS officers, and saving my boss's life. Do you think I'll get a raise for my efforts?
I wonder what I'll dream about tonight. I'm having fresh halibut for dinner.