Friday, November 12, 2004

Dream of Note

Over the years, through idle conversations and comparing notes with friends and amateur mental therapists, it has been brought to my attention that I have rather unusual dreams. I like this, because I think it means that my subconscious and I get along, and also because it keeps me entertained.

On Wednesday morning my alarm went off. I reflexively slapped the snooze alarm and promptly fell back to sleep, and had the following dream, which is rather short by my standards, but then again my snooze alarm only lasts seven minutes.

I am in a fast food drive thru. The female employee is telling me "All right, here's your order: Two bags of fries. A large Coke. And a watermelon full of spaghetti."

At which point she hands me a watermelon with the top sliced off and the hollowed-out body filled with spaghetti and meatballs.

I don't think I've ever had a proper nightmare, like the kind where you wake up screaming, but I do know that I woke up laughing from this dream.