THE GREAT STILTON NIGHTMARE

I’m a being of dreams and imagination. A vessel on a quest like the journeymen of our own history looking for discovery and frontiers unimagined. I am a believer in the body and the earth and the universe and the infinite, beyond what we know and believe that beyond that is what we are looking for (otherwise why are we really here anyway?). I believe that where we stand now, in the present state of things, we are almost finished. I can imagine a perfect white canvas, imagine it somewhere back at the dawn of man, and now, today I can imagine that same canvas splattered red or black or muddy with evolution, technology, forward movement. I can imagine that same canvas totally covered now—black, red or muddy and what we have is what we started with essentially. I can ponder where televisions will go soon. When HD is long gone and replaced by something better. I can imagine the race to perfect these things. To make them as clear and real as the natural eye sees them. Now I can imagine a world where the oceans are quiet and lonely in dead summer. Or I can imagine a widescreen box sitting dormant in living rooms across the world falling like mastodons and layer after layer of sediment settling atop them, burying them forever in the lost notions technology.
I am no Albert Hoffman, certainly no Timothy Leary. I am no Jim Morrison but I do consider the methods of their very existence essential and forthright. I am in no league of the same manner of their experiments but I journey. I take the ride. I tune in. I have a sharp eye on the realms beyond our physical state and am aware of these doorways when they open just enough to sneak a peak at the thin, sliver of light that shines back from planes forever away. I believe that beyond our eyes is a third and that it yearns to open.
Dreams are doorway. LSD a bridge. Cheese a rocket ship.

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Night One – Stilton

I mentioned before I belong to the league of dream children (well nightmares to most) and most nights I experience vivid, fantastic dreams where stories unfold like crafted masterpieces. I often have written full stories based just on the dream itself. They are often about the end of the world, as we know it where barren lands and demolished cities lay in wait to be taken back by forest and trees. Where the dead have come back to life to eat the living. Where strange creatures from the deepest fathoms surface in strange museum displays and human anatomy has become the attraction of gruesome theme parks.
I hadn’t a very positive outlook for experiencing any sort of dreams that could rival ones I already was having without the aid of cheese, going into this little workshop of mine but nonetheless I kept my chin up.
Really what happened this first night after eating two pieces of Stilton on crackers (20 grams or so) was I experienced long episodic dreams that seemed to go on forever from the deep sleep to the second I awoke. Nothing out of the ordinary even for dreams happened. I feel like I got a good night sleep, which is something I’ve never been lucky at getting.

Night Two – Stilton

I consumed about the same amount as the first night. I noticed a constant sleep with no real interruptions but no lucid dreams and none I could even remember.

I will continue my experiments, if you could call them that. I plan on delving into many different kinds of cheeses and I am considering eventually ergot. With that......pleasant dreaming.