Dream Dairy [sic]

Damn you, Joe Zenith—you and your infectious malaise as well! With all the discussion of nightmares and how best to combat them, how deliciously ironic to see me, bad-aleck vaquero shaman nightmare-fighter papi that I am, lying awake at an ungodly hour, cold terror seeping from me even as the details of the dream (thankfully) fade.

And when dawn comes I realize that shortly before bed I did something I usually don’t: I ate a bowl of breakfast cereal with milk. And had a fucking nightmare.

Sigh. Score one for the electrochemical model of consciousness.