dreamsoffood
Totally weird dream.
I was in Newcastle visiting my cousins, and I get introduced to Jamie Oliver (The Naked Chef), right. He's up in those parts doing some special show or something, and we end up heading out to a bar together.
We chat a lot, me with my Canadian accent, talking about the food, how it's not that good, but the shakes and beer are great, and how to make a good battered chicken (he demonstrates with the chicken which he leaves virtually untouched from the bar), and all that. We're sitting on the same side cause we can both see the telly that way.
So this carries on for a long time. So far, it's a pretty decent dream, hanging with Jamie Oliver. I mean, that's bloody cool.
Then he asks me (after a few brews) if I want to go to Hong Kong with him. Hey says he's never met (forget who, Leno, maybe, which doesn't make sense) and he wants to go. Crazy, but sure. I'm thinking I can go see my grandma and see other people (including my friend Janet, who's down there now) and hang some more with The Naked Chef. I haven't watched his show... in ages.
Anyway, this also carries out for a long time.
He has more brews.
Then he asks me how the wife was. I reply, of course, that I don't have one.
Begin the hardcore "hitting on Johann when you're too drunk to tell he's not that good looking". I tell him that it's not like that... though I admit it once might've been.
It doesn't stop.
I woke up when the barmaid asked us to keep it to ourselves. Or more accurately, asked him, with the implication that I wanted it.
Not as though I haven't been confused for my former bi self many a time, but it's totally weird that I had a dream with Jamie Oliver in it.
Anyway, sorry for the non-posts lately, been busy doing things (including crazy explorations)... I'll maybe make a post (with pictures) sometime in the next week about my adventure in random office buildings where I got confused for a model. (true story!)
P.S. I'm pretty sure Jamie Oliver isn't gay. Maybe he is, and I just don't know it, but I'm pretty sure. In fact, I think he's married, with kids. Don't ask me why my subconscious wants him to be... I DON'T KNOW. My mind can be weird.