Spaghetti? I Was Just Dreaming About That …

Today is National Spaghetti Day here in the United States. I didn’t know that until a friend of mine posted it on Facebook earlier today. I also didn’t know it was National Trivia Day in the United States. The same friend posted that, too. So before I tell my story … how about a tidbit of spaghetti trivia?

Did you know that the word spaghetti is plural for the Italian word spaghetto, which is a diminutive of spago, meaning “thin  string” or “twine?” You do now!

Dean Martin eating spaghetti

It is probably a total coincidence that I had a dream about spaghetti last night. Usually when I have a dream that I am trying to figure out, I wake up and email myself what I remember. Nine times out of ten, it is a bunch of misspelled words that I have to wonder just what I was trying to type.

So my dream, I admit, doesn’t make much sense at all. Although it was almost like there should have been a message in it or something. So, here is (to my best recollection) the dream:

There is a mixture of humans and cartoon characters in it. I don’t really understand it, but that is like most dreams I suppose. The family from Bluey is in it (probably because my daughter and I were watching it before bed).

The Heelers from Bluey

At first I think I am at some sort of spaghetti dinner, like a fund raiser or something. Then I realize that this event is some sort of celebration or ceremony. It has something to do with the children – and the number of meatballs on the child’s plate. It was sort of like a karate/kung fu belt ceremony.

Each child walks through the line with a plate of spaghetti and when the reach the appropriate server, he plops a certain number of meatballs on the plate and explains what it means. No meatballs meant they were newcomers, one meatball was a novice, two meatballs meant they were intermediate, three meatballs signified above average, and four meatballs was a pro/master.

Anyone who got four meatballs got a huge round of applause from the crowd. It was almost like some sort of Jewish Bar Mitzvah or something, “Congratulations! Four meatballs! You are now a man!” I stood there puzzled by the whole thing and then I realized that I am in line, holding a plate of spaghetti. The server drops three meatballs on my plate and tells me to move on.

I am stumped. I am confused. Why do I not have four? What exactly are you a pro at if you DO get four meatballs? I don’t even know!

I walk away staring at these three meatballs and Bluey’s dad, Bandit, comes up to me and says, “Only three, huh? That’s they way it goes sometimes, Mate.”

Then I wake up.

Weird. Weird. Weird.

Oh, and the guy dishing out the meatballs? Frank Sinatra!

Dream That Made Me Think

I laid down to nap before work today and had some very vivid dreams. One of them has had me thinking since I woke up. It has got to mean something ….


I guess to understand this dream, you need to know that every day I bring my bible to work. I try to get a few minutes with it each night. My lunch I tend to pack in plastic shopping bags, so I can just toss it in the fridge at work.

The Dream

I really don’t know where I am in the dream. It is almost like I am at a school or something. But then again, I have what I normally bring to work with me.

From what I remember I am climbing up these flights of stairs. I get to a floor, open the door and set my bags down for some reason. Then I hear a commotion in the stair well and people walking down the stairs. I am unsure why I follow them down.

At this point, I remember that I have set my stuff down on one of the higher floors. As I begin to climb the stairs, it becomes extremely hard to climb them. It physically hurts to try to climb each flight. I begin to feel like I am going to collapse because my knees hurt so bad. I start to think about what I left on the floor. I literally tell myself, “It’s just lunch. Just forget about it!”

I then remember that I left my bible in one of the bags. At that point I know that I have to go get it. I keep forcing myself up these stairs. I tell myself that it didn’t feel like this many flights the first time I walked up the stairs. Each step I take it seems harder and harder to walk up the stairs.

When I reach the floor, I walk through the door and my bags are gone. I begin to frantically look for them. I look for anybody who might be on the floor and can’t seem to find anyone. I finally see a light coming from a door and open it to find a woman I’ve never seen before. I explain that I left some bags on the floor just in front of the stairwell door.

She tells me that someone found them and brought them to her. I asked if she found my bible and she said she had. For some reason, even though it was my bible, there were all kinds of book marks and papers in it. I was just glad to have it back. She told me that it looked like “I read it a lot,” and I replied that I could still find more time to read it and study it.

At that point, I woke up.

What Does It Mean?

In the dream there was a huge sense of relief as I was handed the bible. So as I thought about it, I guess I am aware of an upward struggle. Does this represent something I am currently going through? Something I will go through? I don’t know. What hit me, though, is the that sense of relief when I was given the bible. Is this symbolic in some way? I don’t think God is talking to me in my dreams. He speaks to me through his Word. It is interesting to think that the sense of struggle and panic disappeared when I find the Bible.

I’ve never been one who puts a lot of faith into “dream interpretations” that you find on the internet, but did a search on “Dreams about stairs” just to see what they said. There are many sites, so I just looked at one. It said: “Dreams about climbing stairs are generally considered a good sign. This dream implies success and progress. It means you will successfully overcome all obstacles and get out troubles, if there are any. If you have difficulty climbing them, it means you are about to face situations that will drain your energy, but still you will be capable of conquering them.”

I’m not sure what to make of it all, but if there is difficulty ahead, I know that I’ll just trust that God will get me through it ….

Never Go To Bed Hungry?

In 1984, Clara Peller rose to stardom because of her appearance in a Wendy’s commercial. Wendy’s went after their competitors (McDonald’s and Burger King) by focusing on the fact that their hamburger patties were hidden under the large bun, while Wendy’s single patty was bigger than their bun. In the commercial, Clara is at a fictional burger joint with a sign that reads “Home of the Big Bun.” She receives a huge bun with a small burger and yells “Where’s the Beef!?” Originally, the line was supposed to be “Where is all the beef?” Peller (who was 81 at the time) had emphysema and couldn’t say the original line, so she yelled the catchphrase that made her famous.

(Word is that originally the ad was to feature a young couple spouting the line, but the director didn’t think it was funny and changed the cast to elderly ladies. Kudos to that director, because “Where’s the Beef ?” is forever a part of 1980’s Pop Culture!)

You can see some of the commercials here:

Weird Dream

Why am I blogging about a commercial that is almost 40 years old? Funny that you ask….

I’m not sure why I had so many weird dreams last night. At one of those dreams, I am at some big party with all kinds of old celebrities. At one point, I am among a crowd of people and here comes Clara Peller! She is holding a picture of me and her from some sort of Wendy’s promotional event. She is talking to me, but because of the crowd noise, I have no idea what she is saying. She then hands me a Sharpie marker and asks me to autograph the picture for her!

I woke up and started laughing. I probably should have grabbed a bite to eat before heading to bed…

In searching for pictures for this blog, I found out that there was a book about Clara’s life … It got some pretty good reviews…

What a wacky dream…

Dreams are funny. So was mine last night.

The above is the cover of a journal you can buy off Amazon to write down your crazy dreams. I have often thought about keeping something like this on my bedside table. I actually had a weird dream last night and wrote it down. As you know, you have to write those things down almost immediately or you are gonna forget them.

I looked back over what I wrote and it is just bizarre. So much of it doesn’t make sense at all. It makes me wonder why I dreamed about these things and the people in it. The dream itself is an unstructured mess. There were so many things, I wrote them in a hurry, because I didn’t want to forget about them.

There is really no beginning of the dream. It starts in my house and my grandpa (who passed away in 1994) is there and he wants to take a shower. He can’t figure out how to use body wash, so he is standing in the hallway in a towel asking for a bar of soap.

As I am getting the bar or soap, the doorbell rings and it is my friend, Margaret.

In the dream, I know she is coming over to baby sit Ella. I talk to her through the speaker on the doorbell and say, “Be right there you Old Bastid.” As soon as I say that, my phone rings.

I answer it and my old boss from Honey Radio, Richard D is on the phone. We often called him the “Old Bastid” at work. I answer the phone and that’s exactly what he says to me, “Uh, I believe that I am the only one worthy of the title, “Old Bastid” and he starts laughing. I’m not even sure how he knew I said this!

Now, I am in the kitchen. I’m making pasta for the boys. I am also aware that I need to hurry because I need to leave for work. My son, Dimitri, looks at me and tells me not to use the sauce I used the last time I made pasta. This in itself is weird, because he doesn’t eat spaghetti sauce. I asked him what sauce he was talking about and he pointed to a jar of salsa!

I am suddenly aware of the time and know I have to leave. Sam is in the kitchen doing the dishes and I go to grab a cup of coffee. I notice that the coffee pot is not in its normal spot and ask Sam where it is. She tells me it is on the kitchen counter (which is literally spotless – so I know this is a dream!). I look at this new “coffee pot” and it looks like a humidifier!

It was PINK! Just like the one above. It has lines on it to show how much coffee is supposed to be in there. I am staring at this thing wondering just how in the heck I am going to make coffee. I don’t even know how to fill the dumb thing! I ask Sam to show me and I am suddenly aware that I am at my dad’s house. This counter isn’t ours at all!

I then notice I am holding an empty salsa jar (so I guess I used it again). I am going to go outside and put the jar in the recycle bin. As I open the door to the garage, I realize that I am now in my grandma’s garage. I know this because it has her old gold olds cutlass in it!

I will always remember it was gold with a white hard top on it.

For some reason, I am now laying on my belly in the garage looking for something that must have rolled under the car. I can see whatever is going on in the front of the house from the garage floor because the garage door isn’t open all the way.

So the dream ends with me laying on the garage floor, in my scrubs. I am watching Margaret and her daughter (my Goddaughter) and maybe her son, all climb into their car to leave. I am waving from under the garage door and then wonder who’s gonna babysit Ella, if she left?!

What a weird dream!!