i love indian food. but habit has me eating it right before bedtime. somethin' happens when i'm REMmin', and that tikka masala start workin' its way into nightmarish images. i used to crawl in bed with mom and dad, hopin' to get away from it. but now, i'm alone, stuck with images of old indian comedic actors that look like geoffrey rush on pcp. then they starts dancin'. and that's when the real night terrors start.
thing is, even in my dreams i'm too nice. as an adult, i now invite my terrors in for tea and girl scout cookies. then they never want to leave. adulthood is a scary place, yo.
nyc, 2003
mr. mark used to have nightmares about c.h.u.d.s that looked like edward james olmos.
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