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This afternoon, while walking down a residential sidestreet in Chicago's tony Lincoln Park neighborhood, a rather goodlooking young man passed me. He was perhaps in his late teens or early twenties, and had a cute face and rather shaggy collar-length dark brown hair. As he passed me, he glanced my way and said, "Worcestershire sauce?" What about it, I thought to myself. That made absolutely no sense to me. Sure, I've had crazy people babble nonsense at me on the street before. But never someone so hot. ~~~~~~~~~Last night I dreamed about food. And a couple celebrities. I was working at an office, and had a breakfast plate on my desk, presumably from a buffet table at the cafeteria. I wondered why I had taken a large helping of scrambled eggs, given that I absolutely detest eggs. I ate everything else on my plate, and was even picking at the eggs, too, despite my dislike for them. I figured since I'd taken them, I should at least try to eat them. But I wasn't making very much progress there. And then Todd Manning (a character on the daytime soap One Life To Live, played these days by Trevor St. John) sat down across from me. Looking back at my dream, I have the distinct impression he was my boss or something like that.  "Man, am I hungry!" he exclaimed. "Hey Todd, do you want my eggs?" I offered. Todd took the eggs from me and began eating them. Then I went back into the cafeteria dining room, where apparently I had abandoned another plate of food. I went over to the table where I had been sitting, and my plate of food was still there, growing cold. This plate apparently contained a generous helping of grits, which I have never in my life eaten. Next thing I knew, Mother Jefferson (from the old '70s sitcom, The Jeffersons) was sitting next to me on my right. She asked me how I was enjoying the grits. "Hmmm... Just seems like white rice with butter to me," I replied. But that was white rice, with butter added, that I was eating. The grits were the other thing on the plate, a bit more greyish in color. I started eating them.  "So can you guess what grits are made of?" Mother Jefferson asked me, smiling, apparently aware that I'd never had them before. I pondered the question, but didn't get to answer it, nor to hear Mother Jefferson's answer either, because at that point I woke up. I was drooling all over my pillowcase. Yuck! ~~~~~~~~~A couple nights ago I also woke up drooling. I had been dreaming of large containers of yogurt. At least that was better than the nightmare I had -- the same night, I think -- where I was trapped inside an elevator that was stuck between floors and water started seeping in. But good or bad, my dreams have been so much more interesting than my boring life as of late.
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