Playing With My Food ~
A journal about food, thought, travel, and life; by Chef & Raconteur Chaz French.

— Bits & Pieces Of Unfinished Business —

I dream rather vividly, sometimes more so than reality.
It’s like everything is AMPED AND WIRED.
Every sight, every sound, every moment, beyond high definition.

It can be rather disquieting sometimes, nightmares are so terrifying that I’ve been known to let out a blood curdling scream in my sleep. My ex Rob would have to wake me from these dreams, quite forcefully. My screams drained the blood from his face. We were always amazed that no one ever called the police…

But there are worse things to dream of. Love in particular, dreaming of love… puts me in a funk for days. I’m there now, as you’re about to see.

Three Dream Fragments:

Fragmented Realities
I dream in different modalities, alternate realities
Specialize in intergalactic wars
Always a story to be told, always something extreme
something so real, so alive. You can smell the burning flesh,
hear the call of war.

I don’t go to sleep, I go to other dimensions
Where I’m a hero beating evil, treachery and demons,
Fighting the ‘good fight’ saving the galaxy.

I go to bed with an Ion Pulse Rifle.
And You?

Dreams so real
They just can’t be

Dreams of you, dreams of me.
Dreams of my beloved alive again
I love it most when he comes to me,
I rub his belly; it’s real.
for that moment, he’s there with me
wagging his tail so hard half his body wags with it.

I was sitting on Rob Blatt’s stoop, when I met you.
Love at first sight; intense, real.
A lifetime together in the blink of an eye.
A love so wonderful, so deep.
A love, in love.

Then I woke up.
I’m betting Rob doesn’t have a stoop…
And all I have is a memory of something that was never real…