nightmare menu

you go to sleep and you wake up in a dream world, where a freakish, decaying waiter, greets you with a lip-less smile and dripping, gored-out eyes. worms drop from his mouth as he hands you the nightmare menu. from it, you must chose tonight's selection: equally unpalatable appetizers of entrails begin the meal, followed by an inedible salad of skin, and an assortment of still-breathing still-feeling flayed-alive creatures which struggle to escape your plate, capped off by your choice of frozen screams. the bus boy holds you down while the chef comes out to settle your bill for a pound of flesh and the tip of your tongue- but just as he moves in, the bright shine of his carving knife blinds your eyes, and the nightmare menu closes, and you wake up- your sheets folded at the foot of your bed in the shape of a tiger lilly and some mints on your pillow.... nightmare mints.