Weird dreamness
I had a dream that in a blighted land, a good Christian taught us to hunt grasshoppers for sustenance. We were bringing some for dinner to a grandmother's house and she was excited like a child. She kept trying to guess what we were having and didn't seem too thrilled that it was insects. We told her we'd roast them.
For some reason, I had a lot of trouble catching just one bug, and I could sense its griping personality. It did everything it possibly could to try and make me miserable, including jumping in to my mouth at some point and opening its wings so I couldn't pull it out neatly enough to bother keeping it for a meal.
We pulled off its legs, roasted it, and ate it eventually anyway. Just one before the dream ended. It tasted like toasted soybeans.
If that wasn't weird enough, I was hunting grasshoppers in rotted vegetation under a half a foot of dirty snow. It was a pretty nasty scene. We were proposing looking for kudzu for consumption, too, because we had to kill all the sweet clover.
Huh.
For some reason, I had a lot of trouble catching just one bug, and I could sense its griping personality. It did everything it possibly could to try and make me miserable, including jumping in to my mouth at some point and opening its wings so I couldn't pull it out neatly enough to bother keeping it for a meal.
We pulled off its legs, roasted it, and ate it eventually anyway. Just one before the dream ended. It tasted like toasted soybeans.
If that wasn't weird enough, I was hunting grasshoppers in rotted vegetation under a half a foot of dirty snow. It was a pretty nasty scene. We were proposing looking for kudzu for consumption, too, because we had to kill all the sweet clover.
Huh.