Reasons not to discuss the apocalypse on an empty stomach

[scyllacat]

Mark was telling me all the reasons people who are caught up in planning for the apocalypse/Rapture/collapse of the economy/depression/tsunami/hurricane/TEOTWAWKI are just crazy and failing to understand real survival issues.

I woke up this morning after dreaming of being a food whore in a post-apocalyptic world.  In my Mad Max world, you eat contaminated food because it's that or no food.

Comments

[peteyfrogboy.livejournal.com]

So in the future, all food is McDonald's?

[scyllacat.livejournal.com]

Yes, but now the packaging material is used as filler.

[heofmanynames.livejournal.com]

what does that dream tell you about your waking world?

[jackothegreen.livejournal.com]

Ah, then they've upgraded their nutrition content. Odd dreams you have...

[scyllacat.livejournal.com]

Um, I plead the Fifth? It was Puerto Rican rum....

[jackothegreen.livejournal.com]

A fifth of PR rum would do that...

[zamiel.livejournal.com]

I plan for the apocalypsi because it's a lot more interesting than planning for tomorrow, but I'm an avowed and active cynic.

Food dreams

[forgottenwords5.livejournal.com]

Last night I dreamed the world was starving and I was in some sort of weird prison camp. I was doing better than some of the other inmates because I had no husband or children when I was captured. They did horrible things to family members to torture the inmate. Anywho...at the end of the dream, the Chinese came and gave us meat. It was seasoned and we thought perhaps this meant we were going to be freed or that it was a Chinese holiday we didn't know about. Then the guards told us the meat was from the body of other inmates who had died. Most people stopped eating. I did not. I quietly told our table that it was a great honor to the dead to eat them and to keep them alive by doing so. I said it went back to ancient times. "Take this bread as my body," made the practice symbolic.

People at the table started to eat again. Then the guard came by and told me that the meat was really chickens that had been killed when the truck over-turned.

"Lucky for you," he said. "The driver was our friend and so we took the chickens so he wouldn't get in trouble. Made up a story about being hi-jacked. The human meat story is a joke. Funny to us guards."

Then I woke up.