Do you want fries with that?

I'm not the kind of person who wakes up to recount what happened in my dreams. I can count the number of times where I can coherently relay what happened the day after. Once I wake up, *poof* I forget EVERYTHING.

The only dreams I remeber are:

* Eluding and outsmarting robbers by running around Caloocan barefoot with an umbrella and a 3-wood. We ran around our family's old Shell gas station and the surrounding areas. I was about 7.

* Sitting down in the Hong Kong Airport and chatting randomly with this guy who I went to college with (and incidentally, whom I totally abhorred). Apparently, we were waiting for our other friends to finish some duty free shopping. This is absolutely bizaare because we were never friends to begin with. I will not admit who this guy is, because I'm pretty sure he'll take it in the wrongest way possible.

* Eluding my own wedding by running around barefoot in Caloocan, clutching my dress' train and a Bible in my arms. Funny thing was, I never had shoes, they just weren't part of my bridal outfit. So maybe that was some weird "dream omen" thing. I dreamt about this maybe 2 years ago.

*My teeth exploding (imploding?) in my mouth while I sat in the backseat of Maria's old white Corolla, smoking a cigarette... That had TNT or something in it. Supposedly, losing your teeth in a dream is a sure omen of death. Honestly? I woke up sweating and freaking out, checking if my teeth were still there. Teeth before someone's death. How. Fuckin'. Vain. I know.

*Renegade American Special Ops agents gunning down our front gate with Uzis and Bazookas. Of course, I saved the day. I think... I barely remember how this one ended. (See what I mean?)

Last night, I was walking in my old school, down this covered pathway (that they demolished when I was in high school), lovingly chomping on a 2 inch thick round steak that was so juicy and tender and evenly cooked (in spite of the fact that it was at least 2 inches thick!). I was holding it like you would an ice cream sandwich, with a tissue and everything. Halfway through, the steak fell. So what did Shawn do? She looks around (making sure no one was looking), picks the damned slab of meat from the ground, dusts it off on her uniform skirt and takes a huge bite.

This is around the time my mom comes in and wakes me up asking "What do you want for lunch?"

I wanted that steak, Mom. And I wanted fries with that.

P.S. I haven't eaten meat in months. I refuse to count the days.

P.P.S. Sometimes I wonder whether or not being vegetarian is really gonna keep me alive for longer. I mean, the way I crave for junk now is practically inhuman. Superhuman. Extraterrestrial.