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I wish I had more nightmares.

Once in a blue moon addled night after a 

Little too much coffee, and a lot too much 

Fun, I’ll have an honest to god nightmare. 

Morbius and I (not the best trip-partner but

Does in a pinch) will sprinkle some Lynchian sand 

In the eyes and explore a transcendental dreamscape.

Horrors, straight from the writing room of a 

Hollywood Strikers (Or the server[?] of an

Artificially generated computer of Mr. Weinstein’s cousin)

Meeting. 

These leave me refreshed.

Let me spend a day running from a reanimated doll,

God (check the capital G) Knows my heart could use the work.

I often wake from these dreams refreshed. Ready to

Unleash the terrors as good vibes, positive energy and 

A hairline that just won’t quit.(Don’t jinx yourself 

Now.) 

More often I’ll have a real nightmare.

“You have table seven.”

I barely hear, between the shouts of disgruntled and

Oblivious patrons.

“You just gave me nine.”

“And now you have seven. It’s a party of a thousand

With one adult and nine hundred ninety-nine children.

Also, check the kitchen.

I think we forgot to hire cooks this morning.”

These leave me scared.

(Cold sweat, shooting up in bed, etc.)

When I arrive to work I watch the door

The lump in my throat even more pronounced,

As I count and count again how many high 

Chairs we have, before double-checking to make 

Sure we hired cooks this morning.