I Dream of . . . Meat?

I had the strangest dream two nights ago: I was eating a chicken finger, you know, a crispy, crunchy chicken finger dipped in ketchup, one of my favorite junk foods. As I ate it in the dream, I didn't seem to remember I was a vegetarian until about halfway through. And then I just finished it anyway! And it was good.

I guess that's one of the side effects of being a vegetarian for ethical reasons and not because I don't like meat--thinking and, I guess, dreaming about it doesn't bother me. Usually, it doesn't really tempt me and I don't miss it. But I guess recently, somewhere in my mind, I'm craving some chicken fingers. I could have that dream again, but I won't be eating a real one anytime soon, or forgetting I'm a veg.