Jodo Kast Jan 27, 2010
One of my co-workers went to Jamaica with his girlfriend in November and he paid $4200 for 6 days, which included airfare and 24 hour room service. Just a few days ago he suddenly started talking about it and told me he kept ordering quesadillas. If he wanted a plate of quesadillas at 3 in the morning, then they had to cook them and provide room service. He kept going on and on about the quesadillas. This naturally became embedded somewhere in my wetware and my unconscious mind decided to play with it.
Just this morning I had a dream in which I was traveling in an RV with the co-worker, named Tony. He was seated at the table and staring daggers into a plate of quesadillas. There were other people in the RV with us and they became panicked; Tony was not Tony. Somehow, we all suddenly knew his brain was empty. While the actual brain was there, his consciousness was gone. It had somehow left and entered the quesadillas. So the quesadillas contained Tony's consciousness; they were him - his personality. Since Tony's body no longer contained a mind, it ran purely on instinct. The smell from the quesadillas was enough to make the body start eating them, which horrified us. He was devouring himself.
I told several people at work about the dream and they had nothing to say. I just received a long stare, devoid of emotion. Speechless. I haven't been this amused in a long time.
