No more devil cremes before bed

like kick in the gut
your confused reality
stems from chocolate??

I had a Little Debbie Devil Creme thing before I went to bed last night. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but… it wasn’t very good. Way too sweet, not enough chocolate flavor. Bleh. When I want chemically, over-preserved chocolate dessert, I’m sticking with the Little Debbie Cosmic brownies.

Anyway, I ate my snack cake, then my vitamin (because I have to have something of vitaminal merit go into my gullet at some point in the day) and I went to bed.

I woke up this morning in a right state of dismay. I spent pretty much all night going from scene to scene in one never-ending terrible dream. In the dream I was a surrogate for a doe – pregnant with two deers. I was so pregnant with fauna, in fact, my BACK looked pregnant. I could feel their hooves kicking me in the back, and there was one particularly disturbing scene where one of the deer embryos lost its heartbeat momentarily and a veterinarian had to manually move the creature around in my belly. The sensation was so real and bony and horrifying.

Towards the end of the dream I learned I’d have to give birth at the vet’s office and there would be no pain medication available because of me being a human and all. There was also some question as to HOW the deer would be born because of their size and a human’s physiological limitations.


What a super horrifying, Island of Dr. Moreau-ish dream.


No more snacks before bedtime. Oprah is right. You shouldn’t eat past 7:30.

One thought on “No more devil cremes before bed

  1. You had the nightmare because the snack had the word “Devil” in its name. You should only eat snacks before bed that have “nice” words in their names. tee hee
    Sorry about the nightmare. That does sound awful. I hate the nights where I dream a lot, because I wake up feeling more tired than when I went to bed. It’s exhausting!


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