I have dreams about steak and I’ve often wondered whether it’s just me . . . or are there other freaks out there?

I think you know the answer.

Here’s a dream journal from maybedreams.wordpress.com. Perhaps it will enlighten us all . . .

pwny:
in this dream, i’m eating chicken fried steak with Jazz from the transformers. and i am overwhelmed with the fact that this is the single greatest moment in my life up to that point. i was making sandwiches out of the the CFS, mashed potatoes, and biscuits. a common practice on CFS day.

inspiration: i was 7, and it was the night before chicken fried steak day at school… so i might have been biased.

So there you have it! Chicken fried steak and Jazz from the Transformers. A bit frightening. And tasty all at the same time.

Your friend and mine — Jazz

What does it mean?

Who cares? It’s about steak. It doesn’t have to mean anything.

Now, go have a great weekend and dream your own dreams about steak . . . and let me know what they are. That way I won’t have to pay for therapy.

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No?

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Nice.

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I think our steak dinner was my husband’s favorite birthday gift this weekend. The iTunes card, shirts and Wii games did not quite live up to the allure of meat on a grill.

Hey, can you blame him?

The grill really got a workout this weekend.

We like them kinda crispy on the outside sometimes.

These babies also got the Tabasco Worcestershire sauce treatment and that stuff is just as good on steaks as it is on burgers.

Needless to say, we needed a cool glass of ice water before bed that night. We had had some spicy fare. But it was all worth it.

Now, it’s back to work and real life. No more birthdayland/long-weekend days.

But . . . there is one more steak left over in the fridge to make the weekend last just a little bit longer. I might have to arm wrestle my husband for it.