I've been doing quite a bit of writing lately but sadly none of it has been for the blog.
Since my head has been wrapped up in other subjects lately, I wasn't sure where to go with today's post so I turned to an old list I remembered from a friend's blog. Kayla, my friend and awesome photographer, found a list of writing prompts and posted them on her blog (kaylajoyphotography.blogspot.com). Check out the list here.
For this post, I pulled out prompt number eight:
8. When was your last food craving, and what did you crave?
I don't often have food cravings. Sometimes I'll have cravings for cheesy foods like nachos or pizza but it's not too often. A couple of nights ago I didn't have a craving so much as I had forgotten to eat all day. Late at night I tried munching on some popcorn to satisfy the hunger but it just didn't help.
So around midnight I rummaged through my refrigerator which has next to zero groceries and found a couple of frozen hamburger patties. Seeing no better alternative, I threw some patties in the frying pan and had some of the best, juiciest burgers I've had in recent history.
But those familiar with the story, If You Give a Mouse a Cookie, know that things don't always end with the first craving. In fact, upon finishing the last bite of hamburger, I had an intense craving for some Diet Dr. Pepper with which to wash down the patty.
Having no soda or other caffeinated beverages in my entire house, I was forced to fire up the car at one in the morning and head out to Walmart. I ran in, grabbed a big 2-liter of Diet Dr. Pepper, drove home, threw some ice in a cup and some soda on top of that and satiated my desire for a carbonated beverage.
I wish the story ended right there, with me finishing another cup while I watched one last episode of The West Wing before bed. But instead the story continues after I fell asleep...
You see, I always forget that whenever I eat late at night, especially greasy foods before bed, I end up having some of the strangest and most vivid dreams and that night was no different.
My dream was vivid but that doesn't mean it made much sense. What I remember was being at some church and running into a shootout with a Mexican drug cartel.
But not to worry, apparently I'm an excellent sharpshooter and I handily won victory by ducking and rolling and dodging behind pews while taking out most of their gunmen.
Not too bad for someone who has only ever been out one time to shoot a gun back when I was a kid. It must've been all those late night Halo sessions practicing my headshots.
The dream ended once I realized we had the gunmen outnumbered and we needed to get the children to safety. I shouted at the top of my lungs,
"¡Todos los niños afuera! ¡Todos los niños afuera!"
And then I woke up.
Moral of the story? Don't eat greasy foods before bed.