Category Archives: Weird

Recurring Dreams

I have two recurring dreams. Or, to be more precise, two different dreams with a recurring theme. I’ve been having them for close to two decades. I wonder why that is.

I don’t believe all the woo about my inner self talking to my outer self, etc. I’m not big on dream interpretation either, because everything I’ve read about it tries to convert specific things into specific meanings for everyone, and I don’t think that’s possible. We don’t all enjoy or fear the same things, for instance, so how can my dreams mean the same thing for everyone? That’s not to say, of course, that dream interpretation can’t be fun!

Anyway, I’m just writing about this because I feel like it. Not because I think it means anything, although I do find it interesting.

In one of the dreams, I’m drowning and frantic, I can’t make my way to the surface, although I never know why. There never seems to be anyone else there; no one holding me under, nothing weighting me down: I’m just fighting with the water, which is always perfectly clear or pale blue like water reflecting the blue paint in a swimming pool. I struggle for several minutes until my lungs feel like they’ll explode if they don’t get air.

Finally, I make the conscious decision to just breathe. I’m scared because I know it will likely be the death of me, so I inhale slowly through my mouth and nose simultaneously. The water doesn’t kill me. It doesn’t even knock me out. I can breathe under water! Sometimes I start swimming and find that I love it under there, where ever “there” is. Most of the time, though, I wake up with a gasp and my heart racing, the way it might if I had actually experienced a similar ordeal.

The other dream is less detailed. I’m walking along someplace when suddenly I see money on the ground. It might be a twenty, a fifty or a hundred. I bend down to pick it up and notice another a few feet away. I step over to get the second bill and notice several others. I start gathering them and shoving them into my pockets, but the more money I gather, the more I notice laying on the ground.

Suddenly, I’m stuffing wads of cash into a bag which is usually about the size of a regular kitchen trash bag. I don’t know where the bag comes from, but I never wonder in the dream. I just keep stuffing and stuffing twenties, fifties, hundreds. They keep multiplying before my eyes and I soon realize that I’ll never be able to fit them all into the bag. I decide to keep filling the bag until it reaches full capacity which it never does.

The dream ends or I wake up disappointed.

I have one or both of these dreams about three or four times per month. Weird, huh?

Posted by Lottie — Copyright © 2008 Rambling On

Did You Know?

My husband is quite an interesting man. When we first started getting acquainted, he described himself as a “knower of odd trivia”. That, he is, and it certainly makes for interesting conversation.

It’s always intriguing, but I’m no longer surprised by any of the oddball stuff that he knows right off the top of his head. This sometimes puts me at a slight disadvantage, though. For example:

Mike: Did you know that Helsinki, Finland has more bars per capita than any other place in the entire world?

Lottie: Oh really? I wouldn’t have guessed that.

Mike: Nah, I just made that up right now.

My husband is so weird, and I find it extremely endearing.

The World’s Shittiest Coffee

This is the weirdest shit (literally) I’ve seen in a long time. I was channel surfing last night and came across a show called Weird, True & Freaky on Animal Planet. The title is something of a give-away, but I certainly didn’t expect to see people drinking coffee made from turds. No, seriously!

Kopi Luwak (pronounced [ˈkopi ˈluwak]) or Civet coffee is coffee made from coffee berries which have been eaten by and passed through the digestive tract of the Asian Palm Civet (Paradoxurus hermaphroditus). The civets eat the berries, but the beans inside pass through their system undigested. This process takes place on the islands of Sumatra, Java and Sulawesi in the Indonesian Archipelago, in the Philippines (where the product is called Kape Alamid) and in East Timor (locally called kafé-laku). Vietnam has a similar type of coffee, called weasel coffee, which is made from coffee berries which have been regurgitated by local weasels. In actuality the “weasel” is just the local version of the Asian Palm Civet.


Yeah. I watched a Palm Civet take a crap on a branch and then saw a man come along and collect the droppings. This coffee is very sought after; it’s supposed to be very good because, apparently, the enzymes in the Palm Civet’s digestive track break down certain proteins in the coffee berries that would make the coffee bitter. Oddly enough, this… shitty coffee is the most expensive in the world. It ranges from $120 to $600 USD per pound!

The Coffee Critic endorses this rare and exotic coffee. “It’s the rarest beverage in the world”, according to M.P. Mountanos President Mark Mountanos.

Animalcoffee offers a lovely range of Kopi Luwak Gift Boxes which include a beautifully finished presentation box hand crafted from Indonesia teak, freshly roasted kopi luwak and a sample of raw/ unprocessed kopi luwak in a block of lucite and a Certificate of Authenticity.

They also have available Kopi Luwak Coffee Pouches and Raw Kopi Luwak Pouches in a variety of sizes. In other words, preserved turds. No need to worry about E. coli, they say, although they never explained exactly why that’s not a concern. I can’t seem to find anything conclusive one way or another. Granted, I’m not trying very hard; I’ll never be able to afford the stuff anyway.

Even if I could, I’m fairly certain I’ll be sticking to my four dollar instant. Yeah.

Posted by Lottie — Copyright © 2008 Rambling On