Morning dreams

There was a whole planet of dream I could remember at five in the morning. Why I didn't bother to write it down beats me, oh yes, I was frantically sleepy and much too warm to rummage through life to find a phone or even a pencil.

The one that I do remember which stuck with me because I'd narrated it out to whoever bothered to listen was me stumbling into a pub at 4:00 in the morning, in a sleepy stupor which passed me off as a wasted drunk, and just as these pubs were calling it a day or night they were ushering in the last few handful of guests who'd wish to drink.
I wondered aloud why I came into a pub at this hour, when I'd not even brushed my teeth. I mean I had only just rolled out of my bed and bang inside of a pub; how 'Ford Perfect' of me.
But there I was ordering a beer and checking out the food menu.
There was a whole list of hamburgers, almost fifty names typed in small print with no explanation as to what those hamburgers were about.
The names themselves misleading and pretty metal 'land of jumble death disintegration' , 'paw the evil', 'mechanics extreme' and a lot more cooler names that I can't even recall.
I swear I read all those in my dream and even in that dreamscape I was befuddled and amazed.
I kept wondering what's so different about these burgers and the waitress was not too forthcoming, so I selected one that was written in bold 'cute as FF' and with that burger came a complementary graphic novel.
I never tasted the burger in my dream but that graphic novel was stunningly extreme.
It was about two friends out of which one was a magician and the other god knows what.
Its nudity was quite matter-of-fact and thus a bit on the verging of grotesque.
Apparently the story read like this that a thug had his television broken by the protagonist duo and began searching for them to kill them in manners most violent, to the point that he'd grab heads of people he questioned and crushed their faces between his ass cheeks, most injuries resulting in broken teeth.
These details drawn ever so clearly in comic columns with fantastic renderings were so sharp that it actually woke me up.
I didn't get the hamburger served and I didn't get to know the ending of that oddball novel either.

What did in fact leave my rolling in a flabbergasted mire was that how clear and fantastical that dream was, to the point that I'd made a mental note to write it down in the blog and even scribbled a fading outline about what I would write in my head.
Fading being the keyword, for all my mental notes, the excerpts were obfuscated in a fug of sleep that began to immediately disperse in a zephyr of evaporating atoms, like a blur of sand in clenched fists, quick to disappear in sea water


(The above post might have a wall of text like feeling, but can I help it?)