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I've been a vegetarian for a while now. (Since summer 2002, which doesn't actually seem all that long ago looking at the number, but I was drifting that direction for a year or two before then.)

Ever so often I dream about eating meat. They are really annoyingly realistic dreams. As an example, here is the one I had last night.

The scene: some sort of country-style buffet restaurant. There's bacon. Everybody sitting with me has bacon. I remember really liking bacon. So I decide I will by god have some damn bacon! And I very slowly eat about half a piece; the first bite's pretty good, and then it's less good, and at about the halfway part I begin to feel ill. Also everyone is looking at me like I'm crazy.

Which is about what would happen if I did, in fact, eat the damn bacon. If I'm going to dream about the stuff, I'd rather enjoy it. Sheesh.

(Also, recounting this dream has brought up some sort of sense-memory, and now my mouth tastes like bacon. I am going to go get a glass of water, because it's icky.)

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Just a datapoint: I was a vegetarian for 20 years, and never lost what little taste for meat that I had. (That is, I never liked meat much, except for a few items, and I still liked them after 20 years of being vegetarian.)

Interesting. Anything that can best be described as "slab of meat" doesn't look appetizing to me anymore (bacon, chicken breasts, steaks, that sort of thing). I expect I would still like my dad's chicken-and-sausage gumbo, though, because that was awesome and when I think of the flavor I still interpret it as a good flavor. (Other meat flavors I remember liking, but I don't now like my mental reconstruction of the flavors.)

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