A nearly full moon and a bowl of jambalaya will spice up your dreams.
Eating spicy dinners as a full moon looms is a recipe for weird dreams.
The Wolf Moon won’t arrive until tomorrow, but it’s been howling at me for a few nights now, ever since I made a pot of jambalaya, a favorite dish adapted from a recipe by Judy Walker and Marcelle Bienvenu by way of The Washington Post.
Last night I dreamed I had been confined to an assisted-living facility, and was sitting at some sort of crafts table with a couple old biddies, one on either side of me.
I was trying to write captions for some photos — longhand, on paper, since I had no laptop — and the biddy on my left kept crowding me, piling napkins and letters and whatnot onto my workspace. The one to my right asked me what a young pup like me was doing in the old mutts’ home, and I explained that I had apparently gotten my bell rung in some sort of bike mishap and was being held for observation.
This led to a good deal of cackling, especially after they asked how I was paying for my stay and I said I had no idea. Certainly not by writing those goddamn captions, ’cause I wasn’t making much headway there. If Herself had thrown me over and the Repugs had finally croaked Social Security and Medicare I was in a world of shit. “Golden Girls” meets “Cuckoo’s Nest.”
When I woke up it was in my own bed and Herself was still here, so I made her toast, tea, and oatmeal just to stay on her good side. You never know. There’s a bad moon on the rise.
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January 16, 2022 at 10:49 am |
Weird is right. Have a PB&J tonight with a little fruit and cottage cheese and sweet or no dreams will be yours. Works for me.
January 16, 2022 at 10:50 am |
You can sleep like the Duffinator. I message you a pic.
January 17, 2022 at 7:44 am |
I wonder if Howlin’ Wolf ever covered ‘Bad Moon Rising’