Sweetie warned me. She told me that I should just have a sandwich or some cereal. But I needed a real meal. It had been a long day and it was late and cereal sounded about as appealing as driveway gravel.
So I made spaghetti. With basil and chopped garlic in the sauce, and mushrooms blended into the meat.
Oh, it was good. So very good.
About 2 a.m., a lion appeared in my bedroom. Not a lion of which I should have been unreasonably frightened. Not some demonic apparition out of the pit of hell, with power not only to tear my flesh but to drag my soul to hell as well. That would have been more typical of my nightmares.
The Sandman got mixed up and sent me a child's nightmare. A lion out of the Pearls Before Swine comic strip. And I am ashamed to say, it scared me bolt awake. I really feel for whatever child got the man-sized nightmare that I was supposed to have.
Sweetie blames the spaghetti. Such is life.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
I refuse to blame the spaghetti
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Right on ECD, nothing wrong with the pasta. As to the dream that woke you I like the way you put it feeling sorry for the kid that got the one owed you. wonderful bit of flash reality.
Peace
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I remember Dad having a terrible nightmare one time from eating a cheese and onion sandwich just before bedtime - yuck! He is 88 and and still in excellent health...
Hmmm. Stinks to have a bad sleep after a good meal! I have generally been envious of those with active dream lives that they either remember or can control. I think I will just be thankful for my untroubled sleep :)
Oh yeah, it was certainly the spaghetti. Had to be all that red sauce...
Not only is he a genius, he's funny too....
Well, folks, I am apparently an idiot, or a lunatic, not a genius. It's 10-something p.m. and I just had a bowl of that same leftover spaghetti and now I'm off to bed to be tormented by the rest of the Pearls Before Swine crowd.
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