Once again, I am up way too goddamn early on a Saturday. This time, instead of the sun stabbing me in the eye, it was a dream that woke me up. Some set-up is in order:
SPOILERS! (Click to view)It was Date Night here in my head. No particular day really, just random date night. Since I am just as staid & predictable in my dreams as I am in reality, we were doing the usual D&M (and maybe the other M after the initial M, but let's not get ahead of ourselves here) night. The dinner of choice--hers to be precise? Coney. 
We're making the usual smalltalk as we peruse the menu. I see they have my usual, but my usual is kinda messy for a date. Yeah, sure, it's a coney joint. Who takes a date to a coney joint then worries how messy the food is going to be? I do. My eye catches an item about two-thirds down. Oh ho, this sounds interesting. I'll do that instead.
The waitress comes by to take our order. My date goes first. "Chicken cordon bleu with onion rings."
"And for you?"
I double-check the menu to make sure I haven't forgotten what I was about to order. "I'll take the chicken kiev with chili-cheese fries."
The waitress saunters off while my date & I get back to chatting each other up.
As we're batting banalities back & forth, there's a little something nagging in the back of my mind. Something is just off about this whole dream date. Is it her? Is she going to turn into a ravenous monster right before my eyes so she can devour my head? And not the way I was hoping she would in the movie theater?
I'm still confusing myself with what could possibly be wrong with this situation when the waitress arrives with our food. As the first plate is set down, my eyes snap open and I say to the bedroom ceiling, "Since when do coney joints serve chicken cordon bleu and chicken kiev?" 
It is now an hour later. I am still officially awake, much to my chagrin. I wanted to see if she would gobble my head. 
