I talk about dreams a lot here, specifically the weird ones I have, but I thought I should stay away from those and find something else to write about.
Remember Dreamsicles? They were made by the same folks that brought us Popsicles and Fudgsicles, which now is a division of Unilever (as are so many other things these days). They were ice milk covered with orange sherbet and served on a stick, like all the other -sicle products (“look for the red -sicle ball!”). Later, they came up with the Creamsicle, which is ice cream covered with orange sherbet and served on a stick. I guess that made the old Dreamsicle looked pretty weak by comparison and they don’t sell them anymore, which is kind of a shame. The Urban Dictionary has a number of definitions for both “Dreamsicle” and “Creamsicle,” all of which are rather disgusting. It looks like Dairy Queen now has a Dreamsicle cone, an ice cream cone dipped in orange, that’s supposed to be really good, or in Dairy Queen terms, scrumpdillyishus. That was back in the days when Dennis The Menace was their spokescartoon and the cups used to have pictures of Dennis, Ruff, Joey and Margaret on them.
Am I dating myself by talking about Dennis the Menace? Dennis is still running in the newspapers around the country and is a frequent target of The Comics Curmudgeon, who takes daily comic strips and makes cruel sport of them. He gets them online, because the daily newspaper is all but dead, thanks to the Internet. A lot of newspapers have online editions, which they’ll give you full access to if you’ll also take the physical newspaper. My question is “why?” Seriously…
None of the last paragraph has anything to do with dreams, of course, but hey, it’s stream of consciousness, isn’t it?
Stream of Consciousness Saturday is brought to you each week by Linda Hill and this station. Now a word about Mystery Date, from Milton Bradley, who makes the best games in the world. Will he be a dream, or a dud?