I had an awful headache this morning. While attempting to sleep it off on the couch, I had this dream...I am in a rustic indoor/outdoor type kitchen. It looks pretty old, and not all that clean. A bunch of faceless people (Y'know, how sometimes in dreams you can't really see the faces and don't know who the people are, but it doesn't matter?) and I are deciding what to make for lunch. I notice a recycled food bin and decide to make sandwiches with it. There are corn niblets, so I cut the rest of the stuff to about the same size as them. I end up with the corn, red bell pepper & chocolate and decide mayo will be good to blend it all together. After I add a little mayo, I ask Molly to add some water.
Just then, I see a furry shape running around under a table. I think it is a rat and just go crazy, screaming my head off. The faceless folk around me seem to think it is no big deal. As I watch the animal come my way, I realize it is a beaver. I am even more hysterical now. I scream and cry, but just stand there until it goes away.
I go over to the bowl to finish my sandwich filler, and realize Molly has put in way too much water. After I dump most of it out, I start stirring. I am not too sure this will be a good sandwich, but I am dedicated to recycling this food. As I stir, an awful odor begins to waft up from the bowl. I consider throwing the whole thing out, but forge on. I keep stirring and suddenly see that there is a diaper in the bowl! As I stir, it breaks open! Now what do I do? I must recycle this food! People can eat poop, right? It's not going to hurt anyone! I just can't decide what to do. My concern for the health of others is battling with my concern for the environment.
Just then Uncle George (Williams) walks up to me and I tell him my problem. He says, "Well, you are so good at recycling, I thought I'd put that in there for you."
I am still undecided as to whether or not I will serve my sandwich when I wake up...
