Death by Ginger

Change is good, and juicing is change.  My wife, bless her heart, has really

thrown herself into finding fresh, exotically healthy, and invigorating juices for us to drink prior to our dedicated daily gym workouts.  Some are pleasant; some not so much.  One thing we’ve discovered through this trial and error method was the herb ginger smells a whole lot better than it taste.  It seems that now, before we fall asleep at night, she informs me of the next version coming down the pipe for the following day; she delineates each and every item that is going into the mix; I’ve begun to grow pensive waiting to hear ginger.

  The other night I dreamed I was on Gilligan’s Island and that I had assumed the part of Gilligan.  This is just a know-it with dream logic, it can’t be explained, it’s like scene changes without preamble; they just happen like gravity.  In this dream sequence, Ginger was pressed up against Gilligan (me); if you’re familiar with the old program, Ginger was a sexy Hollywood starlet stranded with six other unlikely castaways.  The key quality of Ginger was her very voluptuous body, along with speaking in whispery sensual invite, an obvious parody of Marilyn Monroe.  So dream Ginger had me cornered against a coconut tree almost pleading for me to drink her invention.  I was floundering in my effort to make excuses that Skipper and the Professor were waiting on me.  She was persistent and I was rapidly losing the battle of wills.  She put the straw in my mouth and closed the distance between our faces, making loud smooching noises, (some women think that’s cute or alluring; I find it disingenuous and sexually manipulative.) In the dream, it was working.  Out of nowhere my memory drudged up the association of Montse’s Ginger concoction, and immediately my throat felt like it was on fire.  I (Dream Gilligan) clawed at my throat gasping and gurgling while falling to my knees, All the while chortling

   “Ginger, ginger”

She stepped away in awe at my antics saying “I had no idea I had such an effect on you” smiling with self congratulations, adding,

    “I still got it.”

  The next morning when Montse gave me my ginger laced drink a vivid snapshot of Tina Louise (the actress that played Ginger Grant on Gilligan’s Island) popped into mind…followed by Mary Ann’s voice admonishing my poor choices with, “ Gilligan…I warned you about that woman”