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September 19, 2014

OK, Peoples....

...try and explain *this* one.

Back in April, the Blog Princess had a weird dream involving giant sand dunes, an Elvis costume, the Twist, and a band of marauding wolves:

I was dressed in a white Elvis suit, and as I walked slowly to the top of the dune every so often a wolf would make a run at me, snarling and snapping. Obviously, there was only one sane course of action: I began to do the Twist. Just as the wolf got near I would freeze in mid-twist with both fingers pointing at him.

Wolves find this sort of thing very disconcerting...

They aren't the only ones.

This morning, we awoke about 4 am and sprang forth from betwixt the Marital Sheets with our usual alacrity. Not sure what woke us up, but we were having a very vivid dream in which The Spousal Unit's boss (a 2 or 3 star general - we forget which - whom we have only met a few times) figured prominently.

Apparently we had been invited to some sort of soiree, to which we had been asked to bring...

...wait for it...

...a bottle of red wine and a raw steamship roast round of beef.[Ed. Note: "*&^%$#@! smart a$$ picky, picky, picky.... :p"] This sort of thing happens to us all the time.

The party was outdoors and very formal. Suddenly we noticed multiple guests, raw roast beef in hand, heading for what we could only guess was a refrigerator. So we retrieved our roast round of beef (inexplicably, already in a refrigerator) and set out to find a new home for it. But the crowds were swarming and all of a sudden, there were multiple suites of rooms - sort of like at a resort - that had deluxe kitchens in them. We headed for one that didn't look too crowded, but this one (of course) did not have a refrigerator.

There was a hotel gift shop off to one side and a door with Halloween decorations on the other. Out of this door ran a bunch of kids in costumes. A boy about 10 or so in a skeleton costume ran up to me and took my hand, pulling me (and my raw roast beef) into what looked like a makeshift Haunted House that I somehow knew was called The Spooky Cave.

I did not trust this boy, and suspected he was really after my roast (translation for bloggers from the great-and-apparently-very-literal-minded State of Georgia: "uncooked, steamship round of beef" :p).

I woke up, just as darkness enveloped me and dry ice mist colored by some weird green light drifted over my feet.

*sigh*

Thank Gaia it's Friday.

Posted by Cassandra at September 19, 2014 12:23 PM

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I did not trust this boy, and suspected he was really after my roast.


Well, that's the first time I've heard *that* euphemism. :-)

Posted by: Yu-Ain Gonnano at September 19, 2014 12:45 PM

...raw steamship roast beef...

I'm not sure I can figure this part out. Raw roast beef?

Posted by: Grim at September 19, 2014 01:03 PM

Grim, a steamship roast is a cut of beef.

But, the serious faux pas is the red wine. Every one knows you drink werewolf blood with raw beef.
Silly woman.
0>;~]

Posted by: DL Sly at September 19, 2014 01:16 PM

Sorry Grim, I meant to type "steamship round" and really couldn't figure out what the raw cut would be called (I forgot the "round" and typed "roast").

Lotta migraines this week.

Posted by: Darth Vader at September 19, 2014 01:22 PM

Vell, klearly ze beef represents your repressed emotions, und ze kinder ist your Id. Und ze party represents your innermost fears wis ze many rooms beingk ze stresses in you life. Of course you vould not trust your Id wis your emotions, und zo it led you into your deep subkonzious, ze zo called "Spooky Cave". Zere you vould haf to face your Ego (und zerefor your Superego) und your unvillingness to do zo is vhy you voke up.

Posted by: MikeD at September 19, 2014 01:28 PM

Of course you vould not trust your Id wis your emotions, und zo it led you into your deep subkonzious, ze zo called "Spooky Cave".

OK, that made me laugh out loud :)

Posted by: Cassandra at September 19, 2014 01:31 PM

Then my mission is accomplished. I must go, there are other people out there who need me!

Posted by: MikeD at September 19, 2014 01:40 PM

'Ya got to lay off the late-night jalapeno poppers and Hornitos.

Avoiding the works for me--I haven't had that dream in YEARS!

Posted by: frequent flyer at September 19, 2014 02:29 PM

"Wolves find this sort of thing very disconcerting..."

Why yes we do. Seeing someone doing the twist, in an Elvis suit out in the dunes does have that effect.

It's even worse when we see someone doing the tango in a Liberace costume.

That's why we try to stay away from that set of dunes just outside of Las Vegas.

Posted by: The Big Bad Wolf at September 19, 2014 04:21 PM

One word: "Alka seltzer". OK, two words.

Posted by: Capt Mongo at September 20, 2014 10:03 AM

"......bitterly clinging to her raw roast beef,
Elvis costume and the fear of the Spooky Cave. I mean, what else to these people have?"

Posted by: Barack Hussein Soetoro Obama Smith at September 20, 2014 10:58 AM

Exactly :)

Posted by: Cass at September 20, 2014 06:34 PM