I swear I am not making these dreams up.

I took an uncomfortable short nap this afternoon. In my dream I was making a sandwich made out of multi grain bread, bananas, peanut butter, honey and coconut covered marshmallows. I was trying to make half a sandwich but I was adding too much and it was seeping out all over my computer desk. That is when my phone began ringing and my daughter handed it to me saying "It's Strider!" She had her usual charming teenage attitude even in my dream.

So yes it was Strider. We all know him correct. (side note: he is actually the second blogster/ mybloggers fellow I have had a dream about, the first being Randy (solitaire).) So here I am trying to slide my sandwich into the microwave and juggling the phone.

Inside Edition was blaring in the background and I could not hear what Strider was saying. I finally got to the TV to turn it down and the nob's fell off. I unplugged it and sat down with the phone and the sandwich.

Strider was trying to tell me something intense, but I was busy eating the sandwich that I could not catch all of it. He finally yelled at me "Witchy are you listening to me?" I said "Of course I am."He said Then what do you think?" I said "I think I would just ride it out." He said "Ok, I am going to get my purse." and I said "Ok and hung up."

He called back and said "You better lay off the bananas they will be your biggest down fall." I said "I think you need not worry about my bananas." He said "Well thats just like you!" and hung up.

I woke up and was craving bananas. About twenty minutes ago I ate a banana and thought about the dream. I popped the last 1/5 of the banana into my mouth and as I tried to chew it, I realized it was hard and tasted weird I spat it out and it was a rotten hard chunk. Yuck my stomach is now sick once again, I should have listened to Strider's warning.