Dreams , Cheese Dreams!!!

The Stilton blue worked, seriously worked overtime

Warning easily offended read no further... and question must be asked, why are you even here if you know that you are easily offended.

I'll do my best to recap, but dreams fade fast, usually within ten minutes of awakening and I slept twice(IN ONE NIGHT!) without writing anything down.

Wow

I easily fell asleep , I already knew the Stilton was going to produce results because while drifting off to sleep my imagination was unusually active and creative.

1st series of dreams

All from memory and largely forgotten , though several vivid dreams were enjoyed

I recall , one most prominently .
An old friend who had my same first name was there for significant portion. For whatever reason we had a fistfight. He punched me numerous times to the face and head to little effect.I trounced him. We remained friendly afterwards. He commented on how could his blows not have decommissioned me or even had no apparent effects. Then at some point we met some attractive females. Think southern California bimbos. I use bimbo here as a term of affection.The frequently encountered southern California woman whose attire is bordering on lewd. Entirely possible for a tourist to confuse her with "a lady of the evening" if you get my drift.Then all I recall is some vague disagreement about cars. Most probably about whose car the women were going to be travelling in with us.Tim's or mine. I distinctly remember a Lexus SUV and some small sport sedan.

There were at least two more vivid dreams that I don't recall

Next session

This one is a doozy

Its from recollection so continuity is convoluded

I recall, being at an establishment that I was trespassed at many years ago for failure to pay my bowling tab when another patron absconded with my $400 cellphone bought just that day. This was before IPhones, it was an obviously expensive unusual cellphone. The establishment Dave and Busters. For some reason I was hyper aware that the staff will attempt to scam me, or even steal my banking , credit cards. The waitress was unusually attractive for Dave and Busters. Sure enough, I notice later that several credit cards and a bank card are missing. So is my watch. I protest, my watch is "found". To which one waitress appears to "salivate" at the sight of the watch.If you get my meaning , disappointed it couldn't be stolen as well. The staff discovers that I have been trespassed from their Dave and Busters. So, I leave without resolution to my missing cards. I immediately start looking for a Wells Fargo. Oh how convenient dream , there is a Wells Fargo right across the street and unusual big bright neon signs, unusual big and bright.Thanks dream. The dream segues and for whatever reason I'm on an open top double decker tour bus. At some point I'm reading a press article about my brother and his band. There is a photograph of some random guy who is being oddly critical and in an offensive manner to the band. I notice a prison bus. I comment to someone oh you know what time it is when you see a prison bus. Then we see two more prison buses. These buses look just like small public transportation buses.We can see the interior, full of prisoners in blue. I comment that it must be around 4:30 in the afternoon. Apparently, the prison buses in my dream transport prisoners daily at 4:30. Still on the double decker tour bus, we round a tight curve through a business district full of open air bars, think French Quarter, New Orleans. There he is. Thats the knucklehead from the article that was oddly featured prominently being critical and openly hostile towards my brother. Words are exchanged from the bus. He is sitting at an outside table , disheveled with red frizzy hair. A ginger, huh. Someone mutters something about how that I should go talk with him. Indeed I shall,"Go talk with him". I overly dramatic , dream I suppose, leap from the bus. Then from out of nowhere a small stock race car runs me over. Apparently intentionally, as I am now entirely focused on retribution with the driver. I chase the car on foot. Its an open air race car with the driver accessible. The driver is bumping into curbs giving me opportunity and motive to catch them. Several other cars, similar race cars pass by. The drivers shouting their displeasure with the driver that I am focused on. The driver hops a curb onto a small island and gets stuck in tall grass? For whatever reason the race cars movement is impeded by grass. I climb onto the car behind the driver.They are wearing a helmet. I remove the helmet. The driver is then revealed to be a dog. A dog? For whatever reason I immediately decide that this wreckless nuisance does not need to be around any longer. Still behind the dog driver I'm hoping to dispatch as humanely as that I can. Someone hands me a large, "all business" , knife. I proceed to slicing the dogs throat. I do a strictly amateur job of it. Even in my dream I make note of how badly my "job" was done. I get blood everywhere. The blood dramatically gushes from the lifeless driver. Somebody comments about the blood being a likely indication to authorities that mischief was afoot. Ya think? I glance around.Blood everywhere , all over the car, me and conveniently , for dramatic effect(thanks dream) blood spattered on passengers riding public bus conveniently wearing stark white lab coats.

I wake up.

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Hi Ladies , currently single and unattached

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I highly recommend enjoying some Stilton just prior to sleep

For the price of admission at your local theater, you get an interactive movie of your subconscious creation... And great sleep