Dreamweaver

So, last night, I dreamed that I went to a nice restaraunt for dinner.  It was a little upscale for my tastes, but I went with it anyway.  The decor was lush and ornate, yet tasteful.  A light murmer of voices wafted through the dining areas.  Light poured slowly from candles and pooled on the floor. 
 
I gave my order to the waiter.  He was the friendly sort - the one with whom you try to avoid eye contact in order to keep him at a distance.  There was something strange about him.  I couldn't be sure what it was.  It might have been the three mustaches.  I'm not sure.  While I waited, I thought I could faintly hear a soft Muzak version of Master of Puppets in the background.  At last my order arrived.  The waiter set the food down, picked up my fork, and took a bite.
 
In one part of my mind, I thought, "That's odd."
 
Another part spoke up and said, "Oh, That's Odd?  You didn't question the Master of Puppets thing, but this is odd?"
 
A third part gave them both mental wedgies and turned its attention back to the waiter.  He was now sitting across from me and thoroughly enjoying my meal.  He kept telling me how good it was and that I really should try it the next time I came there.  Finally, he ate the last bite of steak and pushed the empty plate away.
 
Another waiter appeared.  I'm not saying there was a puff of smoke, or anything, but this one popped in out of nowhere.  He cleared the table and asked my first waiter if he'd like some dessert.  The first waiter ordered something and the second man walked towards the kitchen.  By now, my stomach was really rumbling.  The first waiter told me how he was so full he couldn't have another bite, no matter how much I begged. 
 
Before I could say that I hadn't asked him to eat my food, the second waiter appeared again.  This time, there was smoke.  It turns out, there was a fog machine nearby.  He pulled up another chair, and proceed to eat the dessert.  My stomach roiled and gurgled angrily.  The first waiter handed me a bill and they both thanked me for coming.  They then curtsied and the second waiter whacked me in the face with a large trout.
 
After I paid and left the restaraunt, I went to my office to sleep.  I don't think I'll go back to that dining establishment again.  Oh well, at least the service was good.
 
I thought that maybe it was just a dream, but when I woke up, I was still hungry.  That's odd.

UbiquitousBubba


So, last night, I dreamed that I went to a nice restaraunt for dinner.  It was a little upscale for my tastes, but I went with it anyway.  The decor was lush and ornate, yet tasteful.  A light murmer of voices wafted through the dining areas.  Light poured slowly from candles and pooled on the floor. 
 
I gave my order to the waiter.  He was the friendly sort - the one with whom you try to avoid eye contact in order to keep him at a distance.  There was something strange about him.  I couldn't be sure what it was.  It might have been the three mustaches.  I'm not sure.  While I waited, I thought I could faintly hear a soft Muzak version of Master of Puppets in the background.  At last my order arrived.  The waiter set the food down, picked up my fork, and took a bite.
 
In one part of my mind, I thought, "That's odd."
 
Another part spoke up and said, "Oh, That's Odd?  You didn't question the Master of Puppets thing, but this is odd?"
 
A third part gave them both mental wedgies and turned its attention back to the waiter.  He was now sitting across from me and thoroughly enjoying my meal.  He kept telling me how good it was and that I really should try it the next time I came there.  Finally, he ate the last bite of steak and pushed the empty plate away.
 
Another waiter appeared.  I'm not saying there was a puff of smoke, or anything, but this one popped in out of nowhere.  He cleared the table and asked my first waiter if he'd like some dessert.  The first waiter ordered something and the second man walked towards the kitchen.  By now, my stomach was really rumbling.  The first waiter told me how he was so full he couldn't have another bite, no matter how much I begged. 
 
Before I could say that I hadn't asked him to eat my food, the second waiter appeared again.  This time, there was smoke.  It turns out, there was a fog machine nearby.  He pulled up another chair, and proceed to eat the dessert.  My stomach roiled and gurgled angrily.  The first waiter handed me a bill and they both thanked me for coming.  They then curtsied and the second waiter whacked me in the face with a large trout.
 
After I paid and left the restaraunt, I went to my office to sleep.  I don't think I'll go back to that dining establishment again.  Oh well, at least the service was good.
 
I thought that maybe it was just a dream, but when I woke up, I was still hungry.  That's odd.

Now, that's ART!!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
(Not to mention food for thought)

Apparently, Mr. Bubba, you were the catch of the day.  Did you leave a tip?

You paint such a vivid picture.  You're a veritable REMbrandt. 

I took a nap this afternoon and had this vivid dream of me eating a gigantic marshmallow!  When I woke up my pillow was gone...

Wookiee


Eating wild mushroom soup before bed will do this kind of thing.


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Waking up hungry that is.

I don't thing that he will be falling asleep any time soon ... like at least 8 to 10 hours?

 Funny, I dreamed I was a waiter and had an urge to eat a steak.

 If this were a legit dream,it could possibly mean that you will have the opportunity to do well but unfortunately someone else will get the benefit. I hope I'm wrong on that one.

 I'm getting hungry now....

Just a followup note that eating an entire pillow makes for a very interesting trip to the "room" the next day...

Just sayin'.

UbiquitousBubba


Someone told me that he takes the pillowcase off first in order to reduce calories.  I told him he was crazy. 

Everyone knows that's where the flavor is...

Losing out on fiber, too.