Sometimes I dream about bread. Not gluten-free good for me bread, but squishy Italian with the crunchy crust bread, marble rye toasted bread or just plain white bread. When I went gluten-free I dreamed about bread much more often, now it only happens once in a while. Usually around the lady time of the month. It is never as satisfying as I think it should be.
The other night I had another one of these fateful dreams… I was using plain old sliced white bread to sop up some delicious gravy looking food substance. What I was using the bread to sop up was not anywhere near as important as the fact that I was enjoying some delicious, gluten-filled, light and fluffy bread. The bread squished between my teeth and got stuck to the roof of my mouth, just like any good white bread should. Once I had finished eating, I realized the mistake I had made. Oh goodness, that was real bread! Gluten-Filled Bread! BIG NO NO! I felt so guilty for eating something that would make me feel sick. How could I make such a mistake? To make matters worse, in comes my dream husband (who looks a lot like my actual husband) and he says to me “What did you DO?” in a very demanding, incredulous way. The dream guilt feels heavier with the dream feeling of disappointing my loved one…
I woke up with a bad ache in my heart! Not only will I now have a stomach ache from eating the bread but Panda is mad at me too. How could I DO that?… at which point I remember, it was only a dream.
Do you ever have dreams so vivid that you wake up thinking they are real?