Poutine Dreams

I've had pizza dreams before, but last night was my first poutine dream: my boss from a former job in  Mexico murdered my pet parrot and I was next on her list. I woke up pulling some kickboxing moves on her. 

cheese nightmares: revenge of the cow, perhaps?

Anyway, the myth might be true ... cheese might just give us nightmares. According to World of Lucid Dreaming, magical elements in cheese make our dreams extra-memorable. Although not mentioned in this article, the squeaky curd cheese Daniel brought from Quebec to crown last night's poutine should rank right up there with Stilton. Or maybe it was the Havarti on the burgers. No wonder.

on ecoute Espace Musique et on mange le poutine