Leah and The Pope's Excellent Adventure: AKA, I had a dream The Pope and I took a road trip but not just any road trip

Welcome back to The Lounge. This one will be interesting because I am not sure if I’ve written about my dreams before. Most of the time, I dismiss dreams as low hanging fruit for comedy because it’s my subconscious (I think, I have NO IDEA on how dreams work) and my subconscious is notoriously more hilarious than I am. It also has produced some very vivid dreams that haunt me to this day.

In the subject of haunting dreams, I had one two days ago that is still grasping my soul deeper than I thought possible. The Pope was there. I was there. Get ready for the adventure of a lifetime.

I had a dream that The Pope TM and I went on a road trip across the lower 48 to try all of the staple foods of each state and it was pretty much Diners, Drive-ins and Dives with Guy Fieri but of course it was me and The Pope. We were in a red corvette or red Lamborghini or red PT cruiser or something red I dream in black and white but the energy, the sheer vibes I dare say, left me to feel that the vehicle was red.

Nevertheless, The Pope and I went across the states and I was shocked to find out The Pope’s favorite stop was somewhere in Tennessee. From there I found out The Pope’s favorite food, one that I was not exactly sure I expected. We sat down in the restaurant, where they boasted their various fried chicken ensembles of sorts. I ordered a chicken biscuit with home fries. Delicious. But The Pope, he happily adventures beyond the simple biscuit. No, The Pope ordered chicken and waffles. Chicken and waffles isn’t necessarily my favorite. but I don’t hate it. I just really prefer biscuits.

The Pope only spoke about chicken and waffles the remainder of the trip and we had lobster. We had steaks. We had incredible meals that shattered my taste buds and helped The Pope and I build memories that will last a lifetime. The Pope would not stop talking about his chicken and waffles. He couldn’t comprehend how I didn’t try them. I told him I’ve had them before. That didn’t matter to him.

The remaining details of the dream are fuzzy at best to me but I think there’s the potential to take this adventure and make a show. It would be in a similar style to Diners, Drive-ins, and Dives. But instead of Guy Fieri, or maybe with Guy Fieri, the red PT Cruiser has plenty of room, we would travel across the states experiencing everything we could ever have dreamt of.

We would build memories, experiences, and see the country in so many beautiful ways. We would have chicken and waffles. It would be the time of our lives. We would grow as everyone does in every coming of age teen movie. Just me, The Pope, and Guy Fieri. The ratings would soar. And I present to the Food Network the following name:

Diners, Drive-ins and Divines

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