Dreamt last night about meeting the Big White Guy in a pub in this city I often visit in my dreams, which is usually called “Seattle” in the dreams but has little to do with the real Seattle. He “was on his North American Tour” in the dream, having a meal with a friend when I dropped in on him. He looked basically the same as he really does, except he had lost some weight, was wearing a long coat and a beard, and had let his hair grow, long on the sides and bald on top.
What is it with the dreams about bloggers losing weight?
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please, dream about me losing weight, ok? i have been porkin’ out like mad these holidays, i could sure use to lose a few!
I forgot to mention, in the post about our Christmas tree, that half of those non-candle ornaments are chocolate, tasty morsels of various shades of fine Austrian chocolate wrapped in foil, several of which find their way into my pie-hole daily to the point where I’ve got that holiday waddle thing going, after swearing not to this year. Maybe that’s what the dreams are about. But I don’t think so.