A Compendium Of Recent Dreams

Not restful sleep:

Dream 1:

I fell asleep but had to reboot the process after half an hour because of an exasperating dream where I kept misplacing the lyrics of an audition song faster than I could sing them.


Dream 2:

I'm starting to dream about Sweeney Todd's neighborhood and my place in it. Last night, I dreamt I ran a grim beer hall where we enticed customers with pigeon meat pies (some raised in Franz Leibkind's coops; most grabbed in the street). Still, this was too fancy, so I had rat meat pies too, passed off as pigeon. I would chew the meat for a taste, then spit it out in corners of the darkened dance floor, because it's January and time to lose weight. I would do the Bottle Dance from Fiddler on the Roof to entertain the few customers, but without bottles, because alcohol is unhealthy and serving it isn't profitable. Still, the Sacramento News and Review gave the establishment one star, so it couldn't have been that bad.