colonel saunder


there was a cute old man in my dream who looked like Colonel Sanders with a hairdo like Bram Stoker’s Dracula, and he kept slurping up his beard which was really a particular jumble of noodles. I tried to take a video (which is how I “record” my dreams, a device that snaps me into attention and allows me to smuggle my dreamembrances to the surface of waking life) but the camera malfunctioned. Thank goodness there’s photoshop.

The chicken’s claim to have crossed the road ‘to get to the other side’ fell apart under Colonel Saunders cross-examination, which included waterboarding along with 11 secret herbs and spices.