Flying in the Northwest Corner and ordering a burrito from a man without a head

I dreamed I was standing in the bar area in the northwest corner of my dining room staring up at a giant clock behind the upper pane of a window that would normally look out onto my back deck. I was pondering this clock under glass effect, and I noticed that the clock, a square grandfather clock face without the accompanying lower cabinetry, was not ticking. Upon my noticing this, however, it began to tick a few times and then stopped. 

That was odd, I thought to myself. I wondered if I possessed some Uri Geller type powers and if I could will this clock into running again? Perhaps if I squinted my eyes and concentrated on the clock face, I could psychokinetically restart this ancient clock. 

No dice. It was as if my efforts worked in reverse and solidified its brokenness into permanent reality. My squinting and concentration was not without effect, however. Ever so slightly, I started to feel the bottoms of my feet lifting up off the floor. 

Oh boy, I thought, this is going to happen. I am achieving liftoff. I bet I could float all the way up to the ceiling. I did my best not to break whatever trance state had allowed for this temporary suspension of the laws of physics, and I felt my whole body gradually rise up to the point where I was hovering just above the window. I reached out toward the wall right where it met the ceiling and gave it a victory tap.

"Yessss!" I smugly announced, dropping back down to the floor. I was quite satisfied with myself for having definitively demonstrated the power of levitation, although there were no witnesses other than the cats, and they didn't seem all that impressed. 

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Feeling all powerful, I donned a duster and grabbed an old almond branch walking stick and set out to walk the busy streets of downtown Los Angeles. A woman walking next to me matched my pace for a while and then broke off to order a burrito from a walk-up taqueria. I doubled back and stood in line with her, thinking to order one for myself.

Despite having numerous signs and menus displayed on the wall behind the counter, I was unable to read any of the menu items or their prices. The flyers and printed material were all posted one on top of the other, obscuring the critical information. I saw the beginning of several items that interested me like "Octopus burrito" or "Avocado burrito," but I wasn't able to make a decision without the rest of the information.

"Excuse me," I said to the lady behind the counter. "Do you have a menu I could look at?" She just stared at me and pointed to a tiny hole in the sliding glass partition. 

"It's broken. You have to speak louder," she said. "Into the tiny hole. Louder. Into here." 

I tried again with no luck. I looked up from the tiny mic hole and saw that the owner was standing directly in front of me. He was a large man, and I was only eye level with his mid torso. As I looked up to ask him about the menu, I noticed that he was without a head. His broad shoulders terminated in a neck that was tidily tied off and healed over like an amputee, leaving only a slit in the top, presumably for breathing and eating and such.

I mentally understood that there was no way that a human can exist like this, a walking, breathing version of Mike the Headless Chicken, but like my levitation earlier, I simply filed it away into a "things to be understood at a later date" compartment. I wasn't going let this anomalous incidence of incongruous reality upset my apple cart. After all, I had business to attend to, and I was holding up the line.

"Now about that avocado burrito," I asked the headless man, making certain to speak clearly and loudly, directing my voice at the tiny slit on his neck, "What else does it come with?" I had plenty of avocados at home, and I wanted to make sure I was getting my money's worth.

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Prior to the levitation and headless burrito vendor incident, I was trying to get back to sleep by recalling the chord structure for Touch of Grey. Ba ba-ba, ba-ba ba ba. An image came into my mind of a modified toilet that utilized an old automatic gearshift lever as a flush mechanism. When you pulled the lever, as if to shift gears--SWOOOOSH--a sonic rumbling took place, and the toilet would flush with the power of a jet engine on takeoff.