Ice Cream, Chopped Nuts and Chocolate Syrup

Many of my future stories are a result of some unusual dreams. Yet the dreams I have most seem to come when I indulge in a bowl of vanilla ice cream with chocolate syrup and chopped nuts sprinkled on top.  I don’t know what electro-chemical reactions are taking place, but all I have to say is “Cooool!” I have written down some of those dreams in my list of premises for future books.  But I wonder…am I being brainwashed by the companies that make these products?  What hallucinogen is being added to make me want to write? The next morning I have to then supplement the chemicals with caffeine from my one pot per day coffee habit and get busy writing.  A Pulitzer awaits me, I am sure of it!

My favorite dream is a recurring one.  There I am on an alien space craft running for my dear life, when I pass by a room with a naked lady.  Naturally, she has to be rescued and I am just the Knight to do it.  Luckily, the alien is slow.  Now my wife knows this dream and she asks what the naked lady looks like.  Of course, being chivalrous and a gentleman, I reply “Well she looks like you of course, sweetie!”  This is to by-pass an OMG moment (See the OMG post).  After rescuing the damsel the dream ends. Rescuing damsels is tough work and requires uber-REM sleep. I attribute this dream to the nuts.

Now some of my dreams are just too darn REAL!  One dream I recall has a hand shooting straight through the bottom of the bed and tries to drag me down through the bed.  What had happened was my entire left side went numb and I couldn’t lift my body up, so I suppose my mind then made up a story to scare the stuffing out of me. I actually slugged my arm trying to get the hand to release my arm, only to find out I was bruising myself.  I think there are gremlins in my head just rolling around and laughing their hiney’s off.  Next, they laugh and shout “Let’s replay the alien dream – yeah, yeah!”  I attribute this to the chocolate syrup.

The scariest dream, which I have had more than once, is of three dark and malevolent figures hovering or standing over me.  There I lay at extreme disadvantage.  I can’t even breathe or react. I am a stone, frozen flesh, unable to speak or defend myself.  I don’t like this dream; it truly frightens me and is the premise for an upcoming book “The Grays of Night.”  Do you like the title?  Sorry, no naked women in the plot.  I attribute this dream to the vanilla ice cream.

So, I switched to pistachio almond fudge ice cream instead with extra nuts.  Now instead of just one damsel in distress, there’s a whole spaceship full!  Woo Hoo, I love nuts!


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