This is my 4th dreamland appearance on Hell’s Kitchen.  Perhaps it is inspired by one too many recent restaurant experiences.  This time through though I did pretty well and even received praise on my eggs Benedict.  Unfortunately I had to leave the show early as my flight was scheduled a week before the ending.  Chef and I played a quick game of hacky sack and I then proceeded to airport where I was lost and had probably missed my plane anyway. 

Dreams of intrigue and murder - probably fueled by to much Criminal Minds.  

“There was much of the beautiful, much of the wanton, much of the bizarre, something of the terrible, and not a little of that which might have excited disgust.” 

― Edgar Allan Poe, The Masque of the Red Death

Strange dreams…

Right before waking today was dreaming that I was in a bit of a perilous situation and I needed to reach out to someone for immediate help.  When I pulled my phone out and went to dial, it was actually an icing covered pastry.  All I was left with was a feeling of panic and sweet sticky fingers.

“Unfortunately, a super-abundance of dreams is paid for by a growing potential for nightmares.”

— Sir Peter Ustinov

Perhaps too much Walking Dead, but the zombies were a force to be reckoned with in my nocturnal adventures.  At one point in the dream I found a charm of some sort which turned me into an animated skeleton.  This was the perfect disguise, as having no flesh I was not a temptation to the zombies.  I was however pursued by a pack of wild puppies who kept nipping at my bones. 

Lawrence Stern Stevens.

Unwanted Visits

Last nights moon may have been the inspiration for werewolf infested dreams…

photo: JuneMoon - pocketmerlin 

Dreams of directing and editing a haphazard film production.  The cast and crew were made up of unmanageable folk who were more interesting when the cameras were not rolling. 

image: German silent film-director F.W. Murnau (Nosferatu and Sunrise)

You know it may be time for a new car when you dream about your mechanic, and he is explaining that the parts for your repair are worth more than the car in Greek metaphors. 

Dreams of all sorts of assorted hellish creatures, but it played out like a 60’s buddy movie - “Abbott and Costello go to Hell”. 

Woke with a vague memory of a somewhat worm like yet formless monster chasing people through a city.  The only thing that was really clear to me were its teeth.  Many shark like bone daggers filling the void where a mouth would be and they seemed sharp. 

Between the wish and the thing life lies waiting. - proverb

photo: Pocketmerlin

Daddy’s home…

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