Dreams

I'm a vivid dreamer. Always have been, which is the very reason why I don't, or rather can't watch scary movies. They stay with me and then seem to emulate in my head while I sleep. Rude.

Fortunately, last night's dream wasn't scary. It was delicious. Since moving down south to the Mid-Atlantic region of this grand country, I have become obsessed with the fast food chain Chick-Fil-A. I love them. Enough to dream of them apparently. In my dream last night, while I was chomping away at my grilled chicken sammie, I looked down and another one magically appeared. Complete with multiple packs of barbecue sauce, my preferred condiment. I was thrilled. I picked up the new sandwich and started in on it (clearly I was rather hungry) and low and behold, another appeared. This time in a gold wrapper, and again complete with way too many small tubs of sauce. I don't think I need to tell you this just went on and on. It was the luckiest day ever.

If you aren't familiar with the chain, the chicken sandwich is really fantastic. The first time I went, my sister was expressing this very same view point and I couldn't understand how someone could get so worked up or a pressed chicken patty from a fast food chain. Well, let me tell you, I understand now. The chicken isn't pressed, it's great. All white meat, nicely grilled and never, ever have I gotten one of those horrible "nubbies" as I like to call them; tendons, veins...what have you, I'm not sure, but the meat is edible and real. Each sandwich comes with a whole wheat bun, some too large pieces of crisp lettuce, a slice of red tomato, not green or yellow or under-ripe, but red, juicy and delicious and there are a variety of sauces for a topping. The house sauce doesn't mess around, I highly recommend it, I just happen to be someone who loves the tang and vinegar pucker of barbecue. And, FYI as a precautionary measure, extra napkins are a must as eating this deliciousness can not be done without it dripping onto your hands, and if you are like me, down your arms.

Thinking about this dream, my questions are this. 1.)Where was my large diet lemonade? I don't even go near that restaurant without acquiring one of those. 2.)How on earth was I eating so many grilled chicken sandwiches? These aren't slider size, they are the real deal and 3.)Did I get an icedream cone when I was done, because really, if there is no ice cream (icedream at the good ol' Chick-Fil-A) then what is the point? The gold wrapper...I'm just going to assume I was lucky.

In conclusion, I believe what this dream was trying to tell me was to go to Chick-Fil-A. Clearly it's the stuff dreams are made of. I'll be there for lunch today making them come true!