I dreamed of quiche and vengeance

[Slim]

In my dream, my friend Sophia came over to roll out the crust for a quiche.  I'm not sure why we were making a quiche, but we never got that far.  She was so disturbed at my housekeeping that she left in a huff and started a FaceBook thread about how I should serve time for my wicked, wicked housekeeping ways.  From there, she called my boss and told him that I was a hazard to have in the workplace and that my home should be condemned.  I woke up with a feeling of betrayal.

Now you may ask, "Slim, do you drink?"

The answer is, "Yes, I do."

Anyway, the truth of the matter is that my house is always about ten times cleaner than hers (although my deceased mother-in-law would never have believed this).

If you dreamed of quiche and vengeance how would it unfold?

[Stir Young]

No, nothing like that.

I do dream, however,  of big assetted woman whisking me off to St Pete for a weekend of shuffleboard, and other forms of debauchery. 

[funesthememorious]

The first law of food nightmares states that for every quiche vengeance there is an equal and opposite lobster risotto revengeance.

[Slim]

I become very afraid when there's seafood involved.

[funesthememorious]

See my post in What's For Dinner?

[Snagg]

A thirty-five foot-long quiche is patrolling the waters off of Massachusetts, preying on vacationers and locals alike as the hydrophobic local sheriff, a crusty-as-hell working fisherman and a snarky grad student join forces to fight the Quiche in it's own element - All while a highly intrusive musical score saws away in the background.