Dream of: 22 August 1997 "Late Night Meal"
Late at night, I was in the kitchen, fixing something to eat. I had found a thin-cardboard box in the refrigerator, the kind of box that a pre-made cake might come in. However, I knew that in this box was a big piece of meat, steak, which I quickly pulled from the box. The brown meat was square, about 20 centimeters on each side, and about 10 centimeters high. I saw that a piece of the meat had already been sliced off one end, and I recalled that it was I who had previously eaten that particular piece.
After setting the meat down, I read on the box that this meat was supposed to be from the body of Christ. I found this almost impossible to believe. There were too many improbabilities. Christ had died almost two thousand years ago, and I didn't see how the meat of his body could have been maintained fresh all that time. Besides that, it seemed that there would have been so little of the meat, I didn't know how I could have ended up with it. Surely the meat would have been extremely expensive. I simply didn't believe it. Still, I had to think there was at least a chance it was true.
It didn't make that much difference because I was hungry, and I decided to go ahead and fix myself some of the meat. Using a knife, I cut off a piece about a centimeter thick from one end. I then laid the slice on the table while I turned on an electric cooking skillet which had about three centimeters of grease in it. When I looked back at my slice of meat, I saw that the side facing up was now covered with a thick rubiginous sauce which appeared to be oozing up out of the steak. I picked up the slice and placed it in the electric skillet.
The kitchen seemed like the kitchen of the Gallia County Farmhouse. I could look through the wide door to the living room, and beyond that I could see the door to the bedroom, which was open. The light in the bedroom was off, and I thought my wife Carolina had already gone to bed in there. Or at least she had gone ahead and turned off the light to go to sleep. Thus I was surprised when I looked around and saw that Carolina had walked into the kitchen. She seemed upset because I was up so late. She looked at the steak as if she were going to complain about the way I was fixing it, but then she seemed to realize that I was cooking it properly, and she didn't say anything.
I felt embarrassed about cooking a steak. It seemed that I was eating much more meat lately than I should. I didn't even like the I idea of eating meat and I tended to think of myself as a vegetarian. I wished I could give up the meat. But here I was, doing it again.
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