I don't always have the pleasure of remembering my dreams with even the slightest degree of detail, but when I do, it's usually a treasure trove of nonsense that even baffles me. There are some out there that believe dreams have meanings though I am not so sure, at least not always.
Last night, my mind drifted to India for no good reason. Was I dreaming of riches? Nope. Ancient times? Nah. I had one thing on my brain, McDonald's. But in India? Until today I didn't even know this thing existed. Imagine, if you will, my frustration with McDonald's India because they refused to serve me a burger. I was not sure why I was in India to begin with but to be in my happy place in an unknown country was a good turning point. The let down came when I could not get a simple hamburger.
Yes, I am smart enough to know that the cow is a sacred animal in the Indian culture so there's no need to lecture me there. I was a bit upset that I could not have what I wanted and I wanted out. Not of McDonald's India but of my dream. I forced myself awake to get out of this beefless hell.
Today, I did some research to see what the land of telemarketing has to offer in terms of McDonald's and it was quite an educational experience. The global giant opened their doors in India in 1996 - it was the first McDonald's to not have beef on the menu (though no McDonald's has an item called "beef" but that's a technicality.) But this little stat nugget really jumped off the page:
2003-04 - Indigenous products like McAloo Tikki, McVeggie and Pizza McPuff exported to Middle East countries
Oh McDonald's India, we'll meet again, though likely in my dreams and I'll be ready to order a Pizza McPuff this time around.
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