Food Before Bed.

I used to keep dream journals all the time, but then they just turned into this sporadic, one-page accounts of all the really odd ones. I used to keep a dream encyclopedia by my bed too, but the process of looking up exact words, phrases--or trying to match the exact mood you were feeling at a certain moment--became too hard to match.

I ate a Garden Burger kfor dinner fairly late last night with two dill pickles, and then later, I ate a bowl of Cheerios with fresh blueberries while finishing up some research. I am usually not too accustomed to eating that late, but my broken sleep pattern got the best of me yesterday, so I didn't eat dinner until 8:30 due to a 4 p.m. nap. That said, I had all sorts of oddities popping up in my dreams. Everything from Moira Kelly (that chick from the Cutting Edge), who surfaced in a grainy clip from Caddyshack. Grainy dreams are not as distrubing as animated dreams, but still have a chilling effect. I decided it was one of her first movie roles in my dream and it completely blew me away. When I woke up, I really did check the internet and found out it wasn't true, of course. I was slightly disappointed.

The most distrubing moment of my dream came when I was observing an acquatic tank filled with large tortoises. The torts. looked kind and harmless ... when it came time to feed them, I was with a true tortoise expert--none other than one of our resident DJs at Moonshine (I will refrain from posting names for this one). He was a skilled tortoise master who feed them these GIANT crabs ... or maybe they were lobsters. Regardless, the torts. went to town chewing the faces and claws of these guys apart. It was awe inspiring and creepy, all at the same time. The DJ tortoise handler was all smiles though, while I was throughly repulsed and intrigued.

I am not about to start using my blog to record nightly dreams, but this morning it seemed appropriate for that my first blogspot be dedicated to something unique and uncontrived, because that is what I consider my life to be. I am a dichotomy of errors and successes. Many of the people I surround myself with or bump into on a daily basis while working behind the bar see me as a characature of sorts ... at least that is what I fear. But tangilblity can sometimes be the greatest in into understanding what makes your own world tick. Isn't a that why you read sometimes? When I can look through a window that may not be the same shape as mine, but I can still understand its texture, refinement and intricacies--that is when I know I've struck paydirt.

To all those who enter, there's a lot of loot to find in here. I'm keeping my eyes open.