Last night I had a dream I was hanging out with a bunch of people who worked on my college newspaper staff. We ordered takeout food. I opened my Styrofoam container and said, "Oh, good, it's my Thalidomide pie!"
Thalidomide is one of the main drugs used to treat multiple myeloma. Yeah, it's the same drug that caused horrible birth defects back in the '60s.
In my dream, the Thalidomide pie looked like a big pile of salmon-colored yogurt. It also came with a baked potato on the side.
"Why did you order that?" someone asked.
"Oh, you know," I said, laughing hysterically, "I have a fatal disease!" In my dream, this was the Funniest. Thing. Ever.
Hmm. Yeah. Disturbing. I hope I don't need to order Thalidomide pie for a while.