Well, it's quite sad that I've been so unmotivated to blog about anything other than faeces. Maybe it's how I feel...(fill in the blank), maybe it's what I've been doing - jack* (fill in the blank), or maybe I'm just going to finish off this line of thought and concentrate on another topic.
I've promised to write about the other poo dream to loyal readers of this fledgling blog and in the same way that 'Dangerous Liaisons' was the sh*tty Hollywood version of a much better movie, set in French, filmed somewhere in Europe and starring a much better cast of actors. This, too, is a better dream about poo than the last, which is probably why I remember it so vividly. This one starts in a rural village in New Mexico (no, I'm not kidding...), and before you get a bit ruffled, I must tell you that I grew up there which is probably why it figures into so many of my dreams.
Story opens in aforementioned village where I have been asked to make ceremonial poo balls (I don't know why, there's just a random ceremony happening). I mix the poo, which is a bit like horse dung and some rice and chili together. I have to taste it to make sure it's okay and to my recollection it tastes remarkably grassy and spicy. Quelle surprise! It's not a recipe I'm thinking of recreating at home, mind you and a 20 minute search on Google turned over no stones suggesting that anyone deliberately eats horse manure.
However, here is a highly specialised site that purports to be the the "Number 1 Source for your Number 2 business" with their very helpful column on what this dream might mean.
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OK, I couldn't stop laughing as I considered what your google search words must have been in order to find that poopalicious website dedicated to it!
Ha! Thanks for the good laugh. Remind me to tell you my REAL LIFE poop horror story.
Hm. Poop balls with rice and chili...
I'm beginning to think, if I ever come to visit you and the SO, I'm taking you out to dinner... ;-)
Seriously, though.
I can't recall if I've ever had a dream that involved poo. (I had one the other morning where a friend sprained her ankle and then stuck it in my face and I called out of work, but I think that was more about not wanting to go to work and finding the lamest excuse possible not to go.)
Interesting that this one was tied into your... er... ties to New Mexico and rural culture. I wonder what it all means?
Perhaps the random ceremony is tied into your religious upbringing--assuming most ceremonies are often religious in nature and action, even if they aren't specifically denominational--and how you feel about said religious institution?
As for the poo balls themselves, are those to throw at the fan? If so, I'd like a gross!
Welcome SML! I've enjoyed your blog for a long while now and I'm really happy to see you here. I love your word poopalicious, it's as camp as sh*tastic and I think that there will be a future blog post dedicated to camp scatological terms. The two poo posts were inspired by JaneAnne's story of her son's foray into exploring his own excrement - bless him!
Hi JMK, yes I'm trying to think of a suitable alternative to poop that could make my chili rice balls a reality. Maybe gram flour? Maybe shredded spinach? The poo balls at the ceremony were for eating, hence my having to 'taste test' them beforehand. Interesting that you should mention religious upbringing, I think one of my future posts will be the M*rmon story.
Wow! Sister Mary Lisa is here. COOL! Yeah!
And how funny that JaneAnne's story inspired you. JA can be quite inspiring in so many ways.
I just wondered if, in addition to eating, one could throw them at the fan...
Of course, I can think of a few people I'd like to throw them at...
I'm sure that poo-balls could, in fact be thrown at people. I could imagine the first poo-ball being thrown in at the dung beetle World Series.
One of my favourite lines of all time is: "Somewhere there is a brown fan turning very, very slowly..."
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