1.12.2007

Dreaming Up New Drinks....

I think the craziness of work this week has been manifesting itself in the dreams I've been having at night. (Diana, I may need your help interpreting them!) So far, every night this week, I've awoken to the memory of some strange dream...

The one that stands out most in my mind, I've been wanting to blog about all week... I haven't even had time to sit down at the computer, let alone read blogs or post anything. So, here goes:

Dave and I decide to have some people over for a small get-together. Some are the people we normally hang out with, some are people that I haven't seen in quite some time. We decide that for a change, we won't have people over to our house. Apparently, Dave has a second home that he uses to 'get away' from things, so we decide to head there.

This relaxing second home of Dave's is not what I had quite expected. It was a trailer, and I'm not talking about the nice, clean, kept-up kind. Imagine the trashiest, broken down, falling apart trailer you can and then realize that this trailer was about 5x worse than that. In addition to being in such disrepair, the trailer was located at the top of three steep plateau-type things... We had to climb up these rickety wooden stairs that were only about five inches deep in order to reach the trailer.

Once we got there, though, the party got underway. The infamous "Sex with an Alligator" was the drink of choice for the night. A lot of people have never heard of it, but it is a fabulous concoction of Jaegermiester, Midori, and some other stuff. We used to drink it all the time when I lived up in KC.

Then, there was a slight problem. We ran out of the ingredients needed for the mixed drink. So, somebody (I'm not sure who) decided that we would improvise. Instead of Sex with an Alligator, we decided to make "Suicidal Alligators."

This one was made with Midori.... and Bailey's... and coffee....

I'll let you figure out why my subconscious decided to call this type of alligator 'suicidal.'

Just thinking about it made me throw up in my mouth a little bit....

5 comments:

Blogarita said...

I thought you wuz talkin' 'bout my house 'til you started talkin' bout sexin' alligators. We don't 'low that kinda thing here.

Dave Morris said...

Honey, didn't I tell you about my summer home? It's fabulous.

Suicidal Alligator... we should experiment and concoct a recipe.

Diana said...

Here's what it says about a few of the symbols in you dream. Make of it what you want...

House- The total psyche, the dwelling place of the soul. Rooms of the house are compartments or layers of the psyche. The exterior of a house is the persona, the appearance one presents to the world. The condition, cleanliness, furnishings and activity in rooms indicate various psychological states. Houses or rooms that are cold, empty, dirty, tightly locked and having no windows indicate a negative psychological state. The particular conditions of a house in a dream may contain clues for course of action.

Stairs- Access to higher & lower realms of consciousness. Ascending stairs is a symbol of transcendence. On a more mundane level, stairs in a dream may represent ascent or descent in one's career or social standing. (doesn't mention anything about the condition of the stairs)

Alcohol- A creative or destructive force, depending on context. Alcohol might represent a releasing of inhibitions, social enjoyment, or "mingling with the crowd". Too much alcohol, or its abuse, may symbolize destructive or addictive forces in one's life.

Anyway, hope that helps a bit. :o)

By the way, very interesting dream, the drink sounds gross.

Jen, Fred, Jennifer or Mom said...

YUCK!!!!

Fantastagirl said...

hmmmm the drink sounds well, uhm, yucky!