Other kinds of dreams

It's 6:52 am and I've been awake for an hour. I slept horribly last night on account of a) the caffeine and sugar I ingested at 10 pm last night and b) some weird-ass dreams.

Picture a pool full of ramen with a dead chef floating in it. The man is wearing a red wet-suit and goggles, Ramen is wrapped around his neck. The scene suggests that the ramen has to be harvested and grows in formations similar to large kelp-beds. In this dream I am both a customer and the ramen monster. As the customer, I watch as my dining partner questions the waitress (who I'm pretty sure is this Turkish girl in my Italian classes--she had awesome butt-length curly black hair) on the pink, fishy-smelling broth. Though I say nothing, it is clear that neither I, nor my dining partner, (unknown character, male) is interested in her food--I believe mine gurgles at me.

Then, as though by way of explanation, my dream pans to the dead chef seen from underwater. My POV has now switched to that of the Ramen monster. I have obviously attacked the chef. The waitress enters the kitchen/ramen pool room and talks to some kitchen minion. I think she's stoked the chef has been strangled by the ramen but nervous about "what lies beneath." Now I'm looking up at her from the bottom of the 15 ft deepish tank. Her head waves into view as she looks apprehensively down into the depths of the ramen pool. At this point, my creepy-ass self zooms up from the bottom of the pool grabs her hands. She screams and I wake up.

Weird.

Dreams

When I own my diner with a rooftop garden, I will be sure to include the following offerings:

Cinnamon coffee and donuts
Bombdiggity pies of all persuasions
Incredible, edible ice cream
Things floral and fruity
Vegetables roasty and toasty
Yolks that are runny
and duh, biscuits.

I can't wait to work harder for less return than anyone else I know!