Apparently I should not eat steak two hours before sleeping?
This was the strangest dream I've had in some time. The only cause of it I can fathom is that I ate my leftover steak not too long before going to bed.
I had joined the design team for Extreme Makeover: Home Edition, one of my favorite shows. (If you don't watch the show, this might not make a lot of sense to you.) For some reason, I wasn't doing any actual designing; the only task I remember being given was to clean out the refrigerator.
Ty Pennington, the hunky host of the show, chewed me out (nicely) for throwing away some peanut butter and jelly sandwiches which were earmarked for the design team. I kept protesting that I hadn't done it. It got so bad that he at one point came up to me with bread, peanut butter, and jelly, so I could remake the sandwiches I had tossed. I burst into tears and repeated my assertions that I hadn't done this, and ran off.
For some reason, my focus in the dream stayed on the design crew rather than on myself, as if I were watching an episode of the show. Shortly after I ran off, a member of the catering crew came to the designers and reported that they had brought them new sandwiches. As it turned out, I hadn't thrown them away -- the caterers did, because the peanut butter used in the sandwiches came from a jar which was part of a batch that was recalled by the manufacturer. So as the dream ended, they were trying to figure out a good way to apologize to me.
Your interpretations welcome; I admit this one's eluding me.
I had joined the design team for Extreme Makeover: Home Edition, one of my favorite shows. (If you don't watch the show, this might not make a lot of sense to you.) For some reason, I wasn't doing any actual designing; the only task I remember being given was to clean out the refrigerator.
Ty Pennington, the hunky host of the show, chewed me out (nicely) for throwing away some peanut butter and jelly sandwiches which were earmarked for the design team. I kept protesting that I hadn't done it. It got so bad that he at one point came up to me with bread, peanut butter, and jelly, so I could remake the sandwiches I had tossed. I burst into tears and repeated my assertions that I hadn't done this, and ran off.
For some reason, my focus in the dream stayed on the design crew rather than on myself, as if I were watching an episode of the show. Shortly after I ran off, a member of the catering crew came to the designers and reported that they had brought them new sandwiches. As it turned out, I hadn't thrown them away -- the caterers did, because the peanut butter used in the sandwiches came from a jar which was part of a batch that was recalled by the manufacturer. So as the dream ended, they were trying to figure out a good way to apologize to me.
Your interpretations welcome; I admit this one's eluding me.