The Crockpot

The Crockpot is a brilliant invention. It cooks slowly, so there is a very low chance of burning the food. As a result, there is little care needed for it. Just set it and leave it be for hours at a time. When you get back to it, 4-10 hours later, your food is ready!

This picture shows Harvest Pork Stew. The crockpot is getting close to empty, because it was delicious.

Finally! Pictures!

So I finally decided to start with the bowl stuff of my blog.
I can't draw, so this blog won't be getting any pictures of my dreams. Unfortunately, a blog without pictures can be a bit boring. This is where the bowls come in.
I will have pictures of foods that I either make, or experiment with (even the failures).
Today's food was the Bacon and Mushroom Strata.
So, what's a strata? A strata's essentially a breakfast casserole. It has bread(cubed), eggs, milk/cream, and whatever else you want to throw in there. That "whatever else" happened to be bacon and mushrooms. I had extra of each.
It's a casserole, so it's primary function isn't to look good, but to taste good. It did it's job well.

Noah's... Taco Bell?

So this time, in my dream, I was like Noah... The one from the Bible.

Only my "ark" was a Taco Bell.    It was also a Wednesday in my dream.  Random fact.  

It's kinda complicated.

Anyways, the whole thing with Noah...

It had something to do with either extremely bad weather, an alien invasion, apocalyptic virus, or apocalypse itself.  I don't know what it was, but I needed to keep these animals alive.  So I got a pair of each animal... I think they came to me, in fact, and we took refuge somewhere.

Strangely enough, that somewhere happened to be a Taco Bell building.

Dad was there, and so was mom.  There were other people there too.  But the thing I think was important was that not everyone knew that things were not going to be easy.  I remember saying things like:

"Thursday might be the last sale in a while"

"Noone will see animals for a while."

As an aside, the baby zebras in my dream were really cute.  Oh, and the animals were really smart too.

Anyways, I guess I must have been hungry in my dream.  So guess what I decided to eat?

Yup, Taco Bell.  I got in line (strange... why would an abandoned Taco Bell in the end of the world have a black woman at the counter to give me sass?).

I ordered as many burritos as the loose change would get me.  They had no tacos.  Something about how the tacos always went bad.  So the burritos were really cheap: 1 for 29 cent, 2 for 31 cent.  

When I pulled out the change in my pocket, I had a bunch of big coins.  I had 1 silver dollar among lots of half dollar coins (about 7).  Well, I like big coins, so I didn't want to pay with any of the coins in my pocket.  I found a few dimes, a couple nickels and a penny to play with.

The black woman at the counter gave me some more sass.

Teeth pulled

Got my teeth pulled today.  Anyways, notes from earlier this morning:

Watch football game

with family

drive to sports bar

Fabio in parking lot

prison type place

david's there

we're high up, and there's a ledge

been there long enough to lose track of time & day.  

Might even be the same day as the previous sequence.

red & green (crystals? compounds?) react to explode

they (captors) want to know how the reaction works

Gators will be playing in the BCS championship later today.  Should be good.

Go Gators.

Bus Trip

I do not remember the circumstances, but we were on a bus, and I think we were going to the beach, or if not, on a trip at the least.  The bus was picking people up at different places, and it was also doing crazy maneuvers on the road.

At the end of a tunnel, we passed a bunch of cops.  I was sitting at the front of the bus and didn't think much of it, but people behind me started talking about it.  They were black students, and the people that were with the cops were people they recognized from their church.  I recall a woman was sitting on the curb at the end of the tunnel.  I guess there was a car accident or something.  She seemed to be crying.

New Years Party

So I followed a rabbit and it led me to a New Years party.  A few girls I knew from church were there, including the one I like, who was hosting.  There were also dogs at her home, for some reason.  Strangely enough, it was just me and the girls there.  I don't remember the details, unfortunately, because it's been some time now since the dream.

Rescue to conference

I'm waiting for the prayer group.  We need to rescue someone.

I'm waiting for a phone call from a hotel room.  The building has outside stairs.

I go down the stairs really fast while they don't notice and get the phone call half-way down

they comment on how quickly I got down.  

It's kinda like deserted construction site and a mountain side wilderness.

The car is a white sedan.

We get to the place to rescue (david?)

and have a party in a hotel room with snacks and foods

a little girl who came with us is still up the next morning

we had stayed up all night and might have to go to convention tired,

so we talk about how we should get some rest

I find some markers and use the red marker write on table (what did I write?), but it doesn't erase well.

I go to a cabinet to find a small bottle of alcohol to clean before hotel finds out

it smells or feels a little bit like oil or gas or some pet based stuff.

downstairs to desk cuz I wanted to keep my wallet safe

think of leaving wallet and cash inside with them and require ID or secret number to get it back

walk into a convention in the main hall

matt saario?

preacher

speaker trying to keep attention and gets us to break into small group

an old friendly guy in front of us comments on how Matt and I were inseparable in the conference

after talking a while, the old guy calls out to guy to our left, "Hey, white guy!"

turns out "white guy" is part cuban and lives somewhere to do with county line and miami beach

talk to new guy who was talking about life and a job with blobs

I ask about blogging, responds with comment about The Game

I ask if he's talking about the one by Stylelife, and he doesn't want to say.  Still a bit shy.  a rafc