Is there something about chocolate and/or alcohol (or some other food) before bed that makes dreamland come alive for you?
I had a series of bizarre, but wonderful, food-related dreams last night. I was revising menu pages from my uncle's (now closed) restaurant and distinctly recall writing "clams casino" (had to be from alkapal's thread about bacon yesterday!). The last thing I remembered was being served homemade sfogliatelle by my (imaginary) new romance's staff of cooks (!) and saying, "This is how royalty lives!" Then I woke up.
Earlier in the night, a giant pig came up onto my deck to eat my cat's food and I had to yell and shoo him away. Bizarre.
When I called my mom about it this morning, she asked, "Did you eat chocolate before you went to bed?" Yup. Very rich chocolate cake with Bailey's/Jameson's frosting (the car bomb cake we've seen on the boards). I don't drink tequila frequently, but I've been known to have really vivid, out-there dreams on it when I do. How about you?
P.S. I can count on one hand the number of times I've eaten sfogliatelle. I just think they're beautiful. Weird.