MC Dreaming MC Sleeping
I dreamt about you last night. I don’t dream to often, and when I do, there is very little remembered when I wake unless it is very vivid like what follows.
This wasn’t a Christmas dream, and stayed very vivid throughout. I was at home, here in Alabama, there was a knock on the front door, and when I opened the door the a mailman said “I have an important letter for you.”
I took the letter and opened it. As I looked at the letters on the paper I could not read them but I knew what they said. (We need to talk). As I looked up from the paper I was at you front door knocking. Martin answered, “hello Michael, I wasn’t sure if you were going to come.” I only half heard him because I was looking around, stunned on how I got there so fast.
Martin leads me into the living room, there are bright white empty walls and dark wood furniture. The couches are beige and there in one back window where I can see a green back yard and a red playset. Martin stops in front of me, now blocking the window. He points to the couch next to me.
“Sit down.” He says.
Martin is wearing a light brown suit, white shirt and brown stripped tie. I remember this because he flips his tie over his shoulder the next time he begins to talk. I sit and he stays standing, I try to peek around him to see outside.
“Why did you call me down here and where is Arianna?” I asked.
“I have had two stents.” He pointed to his heart. “Now they think I have live cancer that is spreading all over my body.”
I did not feel bad for him at all. Rebecca? came in the room holding a little brass wire bird cage. She set it down on the highly glossed coffee table. Remember everything I very bright in here.
“Martin, why did you guys have me come down here? How come it took so long for you to let me come around?”
“Michael she was/is our daughter and will continue to be so. I’m sick and when I pass she will be your daughter. So we want you to meet her once to say hi.”
Rebecca (she reminded me of what the witch from Hansel and Gretel should look like) opened the little bird cage and you stepped out on to the dark brown coffee table. You wore a blue and white striped dress, tiny little shoes, and a rainbow bird mask (the bird mask really looked like a colorful death mask worn by doctors in the 1800’s) held on with thread tied behind your head.
“Oh my goodness, you’re so tiny!” I cried.
“She doesn’t eat much.” Rebecca said happily.
I wanted to scoop you up, put you in my pocket and run. Martin, sensing my thoughts, picked you up and had you stand in his palm. I could see you smiling at me even though the bird mask covered you whole face.
“You guys have to feed her! She shouldn’t be so small!” I was getting mad.
“I’ll be okay, remember, they can’t keep me forever.” You squeaked to me.
My heart dropped, adrenaline skyrocketed, my skin flushed and my eyes opened.
0405 on Christmas day.
I tried to go back to sleep so I could hold you in my hand, and take off that mask, I just wanted talk to you. But sleep didn’t return so easily: restroom, water, some cookies, milk and then a half hour of laying in bed thinking about why you had a bird mask on. Wondering if I should be writing before I forgot my dream.
I didn’t dream the second time asleep, but when I woke I remembered the first dream as well as I do now, like it happened in real life yesterday.
Merry Christmas. 2017
The not so Hot- Hot noodles
Sarah and I picked up some Ramen noodles from a small Asian market we found locally. We eat a lot of Pho, and when seeing this place after Reagan’s birthday party at the jump park, we just had to stop in to see if we could score some Pho noodles and maybe some seaweed for making homemade sushi. Sarah got me a Sushi Bazooka for my birthday so we will be eating fresh for now on… maybe. While seeing isle after isle of stuff I wanted to try we stumbled across two very hot looking packages of Ramen noodles. I do not like Ramen noodles at all, but I do like the flavor packets inside and am willing to toss out the Ramen noodles for mung-bean noodles any day to get a little taste.
{I wrote most of this before learning that there is a You Tube challenge pertaining to people attempting to eat these noodles and the 2x spicy noodles too. All I got to say is most of you all are wimps. Great video editors but wimp mouths. }
These were the first noodles we chose to try because while walking the store looking at all the giant fruits and the isles of noodles and rice there was a clerk moping the floor and he looked like he may know which noodles were going to be hotter. He did not point to these ones. This packaging make the noodles look like they may be the hottest noodles on the planet. On the bottom left corner is a very concerning word, (mania) yeah so when the guy pointed to the lest scary bag and said “hottest”, I figured he was wrong or didn’t understand what I had said. So I just smiled and said thank you. “We will get both packages just in case the on the guy said was the hottest wasn’t the hottest. These are the SamYang brand and the seem to be a little better than Top Ramen. The first day that I had off from work, Sarah and I cooked these guys up first. First because if they were hot I would know that the other packaging wasn’t as hot and if they weren’t hot like the guy hinted to then I would know that the helpful guy was right and that I should be more trusting in other people. It said mania on the package so it should be dang hot. The noodles were a dud as you can see in the video. Now don’t get me wrong; they tasted okay and I would consider getting them again as a lunch item, but they were not hot at all. Reagan had a plate full after I stopped recording.
On to the second package of noodles, these looked way less scary than the first ones Sarah and I tried. These hot chicken noodles are only 2x 
spicy and don’t even say mania on the package so there is no way that they could be as hot as the first package of very un-hot noodles. I wanted to record making the noodles and trying them just in case on the slight chance that they were hot and managed to take me by surprise it could all be caught on camera for the world to see. Sarah had tried a package while I was at work one day and swore up and down that I would need milk and that she almost threw up because of how hot they were. After hearing that, I was exited to dive into making these up into two nice little snacks.
All in all the noodles weren’t bad, that is my mung-bean noodles were not bad with the flavor packet and I will have it again soon I think. Reagan and Macey will not be having this soup anytime soon though.
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I promise I will get better at editing and shortening my videos.
Michael Trump 