BIZZARE & INEDIBLE
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I am cooking dinner for the household...I watch the water come to a boil, i plonk the noodles in the water, watch some more. When the noodles are cooked, i divide them up into three lots - one for the Hub, one for the Bestie, one for me. I haven't seasoned the noodles, but i guess they will be okay.
I place two live snails on top of each mound of noodles. The snails are regular, garden variety. They are also still alive and they writhe and wriggle atop the noodles, trying to escape the heat. They're all soon perched on the bowl rims, escape in sight. I slap a saucer on each of bowl, knocking the snails back into their china traps.
The Hub and the Bestie arrive home for dinner. The snails are still alive but unsurprisingly less active than they were earlier. The Bestie decides he can't eat them as they are, and he uses a knife to cut the 'foot' off the snails. The Hub simply stares at his as if to say, "You could have at least cooked them in some butter and garlic. And what is it with you and these two-minute noodles!?!"
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In reality, two-minute noodles are something of a staple - if i could eat them every day i probably would; i don't because the seasoning is MSG-laden and not exactly good for the body (but damn, it tastes good!) Also, i rarely cook. I don't have the patience for the activity, and find it stressful.The Bestie has this week moved out to embark on six months of travel to India. With meals like these, who could blame him?
