Have you ever had dreams where, whether you remembered them at the time or not, you later remember them as if they were actual memories instead of dreams?
Maybe I’m totally nuts, but this has certainly happened to me. (Not very often–I’m not that crazy, I hope–but occasionally.) Usually I -know- that what I’m “remembering” didn’t really happen, so it had to have been a dream. Or I remember that I dreamed it at some time in the past. But other times, I’m not so sure. And once or twice in my life I’ve mentioned something to someone who insisted that whatever I was talking about didn’t happen, and I must have dreamed it.
It’s actually kind of scary.
Well, at any rate, I had a pretty strange dream last night, but at least I know it was a dream. I had an idea to make french toast, but instead of using the usual flavorings like vanilla and cinnamon, I would use poultry seasoning type herbs. Sage, thyme, etc. It would be sort of like turkey stuffing in french toast form. But I wasn’t quite sure how I would serve it. Would I just pour gravy over it instead of maple syrup? Or maybe just dice it and serve it as a side dish? Hey – maybe I’ve come up with the next new taste sensation.
It’s OK, I know I’m strange. You don’t need to tell me.