So two nights ago I had this dream. It goes like this:
I’m heading on my way to who-knows-where, and some people grab me and say I have to come with them. Obviously, what they needed from me was important and couldn’t wait. So, I went with them. They told me, “We need to check your mercury levels.” This made sense to me, but I was nervous. In order for them to check my mercury levels, I had to chew up a mixture with a baby rat inside it. Yes, that’s how you check people’s mercury levels. Duh. However, I was suspicious of the purpose of the test. I thought maybe it was trick, so I called my mom. “Mom,” I said. “These people are telling me that I have to chew up a dead rat so they can check my mercury levels.” She says, “Yes, and?” Pause. “I can’t do it, Mom.” “Yes, you can, Martha. Don’t be silly.” [Crying] “I’ll throw up, Mom.” “No you won’t, Martha.” [Hang up.] And so I did it. I put that mixture in my mouth, and I chewed up AND swallowed that dead rat, thinking to myself, “Chicken. It’s just chicken.” It sooo wasn’t.
The people told me, “We can tell if your mercury levels are high if you start getting flustered and stressed out while you’re chewing the mixture.” Luckily I passed this test. But I was worried about my dad because he’s always pretty stressed out.
The end.
So despite being traumatized by the dream, I didn’t think too much of it. However, today I was cyber-stalking the Bolivia Santa Cruz mission, and I saw on one elder’s page: “Strangest food eaten: Rat.”
:-( :-( :-(
I’m heading on my way to who-knows-where, and some people grab me and say I have to come with them. Obviously, what they needed from me was important and couldn’t wait. So, I went with them. They told me, “We need to check your mercury levels.” This made sense to me, but I was nervous. In order for them to check my mercury levels, I had to chew up a mixture with a baby rat inside it. Yes, that’s how you check people’s mercury levels. Duh. However, I was suspicious of the purpose of the test. I thought maybe it was trick, so I called my mom. “Mom,” I said. “These people are telling me that I have to chew up a dead rat so they can check my mercury levels.” She says, “Yes, and?” Pause. “I can’t do it, Mom.” “Yes, you can, Martha. Don’t be silly.” [Crying] “I’ll throw up, Mom.” “No you won’t, Martha.” [Hang up.] And so I did it. I put that mixture in my mouth, and I chewed up AND swallowed that dead rat, thinking to myself, “Chicken. It’s just chicken.” It sooo wasn’t.
The people told me, “We can tell if your mercury levels are high if you start getting flustered and stressed out while you’re chewing the mixture.” Luckily I passed this test. But I was worried about my dad because he’s always pretty stressed out.
The end.
So despite being traumatized by the dream, I didn’t think too much of it. However, today I was cyber-stalking the Bolivia Santa Cruz mission, and I saw on one elder’s page: “Strangest food eaten: Rat.”
:-( :-( :-(
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