Oh, Cookie!

Perhaps it was the rotten fish in my gut singing to me all night; but I had some majorly crazy dreams last night.  There are two that I remember that I cannot mention (there may be children reading) but the last one was pretty random.  I was in the West on a cattle run (brokeback mountain reference?) when Cookie, the stereotypical Western cook, told me he loved trains.  Well, Cookie was a good guy apparently, and I wanted to indulge his interests, so I arranged for trains to run by our position out on the prairie every seven minutes (in dreams, I have that kind of power).  Cookie was in hog heaven, let me tell you...every seven minutes he would hoot and holler and make us all laugh.  I think at least 10 trains went by....then I heard the sink.  Aww fuck.  Apparently those "train horns" were my stupid alarm clock that I was snoozing.  Brilliant.