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alanajoliThe best thing about breakfast is that it puts reality back together. Nutritionists may say that it's the most important meal of the day due to dietary reasons, but nope, that's not it. There is nothing like a good breakfast for taking the reality of your dreams and quieting them down until they phase into the day you're about to face.
I may have mentioned this before: when I was growing up, my mother always used to admonish my sister and me not to tell our bad dreams before breakfast. I found out later that this is a Cherokee "superstition" (read: disenfranchised religion/myth), so how my mother came by it, we'll never know. (She was sure she'd grown up with it as well, until her sisters cast away that notion by not having the faintest idea what she was talking about.) Whether there's actual bad luck associated with telling bad dreams before eating, or whether it's just good sense, breakfast does manage to take the realm of dreams and pack it up nicely. It actually works in the middle of the night as well, though thankfully I haven't had to try eating to quell dreams at 3 a.m. lately.
Last night's adventures, however, involved the most recent Serenity: Better Days comic (which I won't spoil if you haven't read it), a terminator, the under-store levels of Target, a warren of high school gym lockers and classrooms (still underground), and a VW bug with no back end and no actual seat for the driver (or passenger--there was only room for one!) to sit in.
Breakfast (apple pie and orange juice) was a complete mercy.
I may have mentioned this before: when I was growing up, my mother always used to admonish my sister and me not to tell our bad dreams before breakfast. I found out later that this is a Cherokee "superstition" (read: disenfranchised religion/myth), so how my mother came by it, we'll never know. (She was sure she'd grown up with it as well, until her sisters cast away that notion by not having the faintest idea what she was talking about.) Whether there's actual bad luck associated with telling bad dreams before eating, or whether it's just good sense, breakfast does manage to take the realm of dreams and pack it up nicely. It actually works in the middle of the night as well, though thankfully I haven't had to try eating to quell dreams at 3 a.m. lately.
Last night's adventures, however, involved the most recent Serenity: Better Days comic (which I won't spoil if you haven't read it), a terminator, the under-store levels of Target, a warren of high school gym lockers and classrooms (still underground), and a VW bug with no back end and no actual seat for the driver (or passenger--there was only room for one!) to sit in.
Breakfast (apple pie and orange juice) was a complete mercy.
