Strange Dreams

Regular visitors to Goth World will know that I have some strange dreams. Squirrels on skateboards with machine guns, cow-pat frisby competitions etc but the latest one is interesting for a single principle, which should become apparent as you read the following.

It's not often that I indulge in chocolate. Not being female, it doesn't give the same blast of pheromones (or the squidgy bit that follows) so I don't go in search of chocolate love - but occassionally I dabble with Black Magic.

Anyhow, I was dreaming, about nice things for a change, instead of dead people. In my dream, I had this really large chocolate muffin - the sort that contains liquid chocolate inside it so that when you pierce the fluffy chocolate exterior, liquid chocolate oozes or squirts out (depending on how you poke it).

So, in my dream, I am looking at this muffin and marvelling at it's beauty but can't decide whether to pour cream over it, or ice cream or ..... there's a thought, the lovely cherry sauce that I brought back from Vienna. Hence, I pick up the bottle of cherry sauce and pour it over my lovely, hot muffin.

Except

It's not cherry sauce, it's olive oil

DOH

Then, I suddenly thought - 'Hold on a minute, this is a dream - not reality'. So I said "Fuck off, this is my dream and I will do what I want" and it was like running a film backwards - the olive oil retreated back into the bottle leaving my lovely muffin as it was.

It's not something I have done before in my dreams but I have to say, I was fucking impressed.

I don't even know if I ate the muffin after all but Mariposa was happy that I woke up with a smile on my face.

WAKE UP - Rage Against The Machine

oh, btw, what was your strangest dream?

AND, being a twat, I am making this a TAG, and so I tag:-

Tippler
Johnny Gihad
Princess
Zoe or her twat
Minky

Do it, don't do it - I don't actually give a fuck, just thought it was an amusing idea

Death By Chocolate

This is actually the name of a dessert funnily enough - one that consists of chocolate and er, more chocolate. I'm not quite sure where the death part comes in, I assume it consists of some exploding chocolate or perhaps it is simply so nice that you eat so much and Boomshanka ! you explode.

For me, it's not really an option as I'm not overly keen on chocolate or sweet things in general. Also as I'm not fat or greedy there's little chance of it occuring.

Yesterday, I observed a new book Five famous people who died during sex - a more likely alternative.....except I'm not famous. It certainly sounds more interesting than the chocolate version. But, I would assume you would need to reach an arrangement with your partner first. I think it would be quite thoughtless to die on your partner without warning. Agreeing that you could have a synchronised 'coming and going' session would be much fairer.

All in all, it still beats the idiots who make their way onto the Darwin Awards . If you don't know what they are, off you toddle to find out. The link's there and then you can read the antics of the muppets who got nominated - in my opinion, just one large hooray for another dickhead off the planet.

There are times that I marvel at mankinds stupidity and yet every day I get a reminder of it somewhere. Day after day, I encounter a living reminder of those from the shallow end of the gene pool (the ones who dived in head first, at the very shallow end).

Oh well, shit happens.....pass the chocolate please