Counting cards and Star Wars

August 23, 2011.
Had 2 dreams last night. One was really annoying, and one was AWESOME!  I'll start with the annoying one. 

I was working as a dealer at a casino benefit for something.  It was at a hotel and I was sitting behind a pretty awesome desk and was handed a wooden box of playing cards.  There had to be about 4 decks all mixed up in the box and I spent a majority of the time in this dream sorting the cards by deck design.  There were normal red and blue background, target background, some pictures too.  I never got to deal one game of blackjack.  It was very annoying actually.

The other dream was freaking cool!  It started out during the battle between Luke and Darth Vader in cloud city.  Luke had the upper hand (and had both hands) and won the fight by cutting off the hand and head of Darth Vader.  Feeling the power of what he did, he joined the dark side.  He picked up Vader's red lightsaber and cast aside his blue one, his transformation to the dark side was complete.
Next in the dream Luke was sitting at a table with the emperor.  The emperor was explaining to him that due to the accident (what accident? I don't know) he had to wear the breathing apparatus.  His mask was a cloth mask with goggles and a mouthpiece strapped over his mouth.  It was like a combination of Darth Vader and the Hooded Cobra Commander.  It was awesome. 
Luke was arguing with the Emperor about the prophecy that said the Anakin Skywalker was the "chosen one".  They apparently were in the emperor's office in Corresaunt (spelling) because Luke pulled out his light saber and cut through the wall and pushed the emperor into the room where the prophecy was displayed on the wall.  He was explaining that it was misread.  It wasn't Anakin who was to save the Jedi, but Luke who was to save the dark side.  He then pulled out his light saber and killed the emperor and declared himself emperor of the Galaxy.  I think Lucas needs to make this a movie!

Happy reading!

Execution, the dentist and a friend helping me to the bathroom.

So this morning after I woke up with Emilie and the dogs, I went back to bed for a couple hours since I don't have to be at work until 1:30.  I had one of my more peculiar dreams during that nap.
Starts out and I'm at the dentist.  I need a routine cleaning, but they decide to sedate me.  They stick the needle in and I start to count backwards from 10 and lay down.  They think I'm asleep so they start cleaning.  I could feel the high speed rotating brush on my teeth but couldn't speak to say I was awake.
Next thing I know I'm being moved on a stretcher into a room with a bunch of other stretchers and I hear the dentist say "Prep him for test surgery".  I was thinking to myself "Test surgery? Am I at a dental school or something?"  It was now that I realized that I had 2 cough drops in my mouth by the back of my throat and also 2 of those cotton balls they put in your mouth at the dentist.  I was trying with my tongue to keep them in place.
So I'm laying in my stretcher and realize I have to go to the bathroom.  I get up but I am super zonked from the anethesia and I also have an IV cart with me (I guess that was the anethesia), so my friend Kennard Williams from Guitar Center starts to help walk me to the bathroom.  The nurse is screaming at us as I'm bumping into things and falling down.  He said to her "No, I got this," and we walk to the bathroom.
The bathroom was more like an open auditorium with a bunch of seats that people were sitting in, and there was a hallway with a bunch of doors.  I went into one of the doors with Kennard's help, and walked up to a urinal.  It was here that I realized that this was also the place where they execute criminals on death row.  The room I was in was the bathroom, shower and changing room they would bring criminals into before they took them out into the main auditorium where people would watch the executions.
I started to pee and realized, "Why am I having dental surgery when I've already been executed and I'm dead?"
Then I woke up...I had to pee. 

KISS Live at Truman State

So the dream starts and I'm in a small auditorium at Truman State University.  On stage is KISS.  I'm sitting literally right in front of Gene Simmons.  Its kinda like an unplugged show for contest winners.  So they start their show and I'm just hanging out watching. 
After their first song, I look down and it seems I have a bass guitar in my hand.  I start playing the bass line to Sweet Child O' Mine (not a KISS Song), and they like it and break out into playing it.  A little spontaneous jam session during a concert with KISS.  I felt pretty cool at that moment in time.
After our rousing rendition of Sweet Child O' Mine, I no longer had a bass in my hands (spontateous combustion maybe?)  No one else but Gene was on stage and he announced that during this tour "Our tourmates weren't going to be on this leg of the tour, but since we told them we were gonna be in Saint Louis they decided to come!"  (Truman State isn't in STL you say?  I know.....)  So Gene, who now had an acoustic guitar started playing "Nothing Else Matters" by Metallica and out came Bruno Mars to sing it, backed by a full orchestra with electric guitar players etc.
So Bruno sings the first verse and during an instrumental break he climbs into this plexi-glass contraption that spins him around.  The same motion that you see in science fiction movies with that gyro type thing that goes around in all directions.  At this point Gene isn't playing anymore (since the orchestra is backing up Bruno Mars singing a Metallica song) and we start talking. 
Apparently Gene and I are friends in my dream.  So we're chatting and he shows me the expense report he had Truman State reimburse him on.  One line was $750.00 for clothes.  He said "Yea, I bought that jacket with the bird on the back, remember that?  I also bought some wool underwear and made Truman pay me back for it.  Sharon (his wife's name is Shannon) asked me why I needed that.  She was like 'You'll be in Saint Louis with Mike. why do you need those things?'"
Then I woke up.
I kinda wish I was friends with Gene Simmons.

Drug running, TRON, and puppies 03-10-11

Another dream influenced by nyquil.  I was in a crime syndicate and the boss, a young, overly smart, Tom Cruise kind of character, was talking about a big score he was getting from Indonesia.  We were in a dark warehouse and knew the truck was coming in on the dock. We had 2 big dogs with us too. As we were getting ready for the truck we hit buttons on our belt buckles and were wearing TRON outfits, but it was kinda like power rangers because our lights were different colors.  There was a yellow guy, a blue guy, a red guy, and a pink girl (of course).  Then the truck came.

We started unloading boxes, tons of them.  The score was supposed to be thousands of lbs of drugs.  However, as we were unloading our boxes, we noticed that they were really filled with weird things, and not the drugs we were expecting.  A lot of them were filled with frogs and turtles.   But we kept unloading them anyway. 

As I was unloading I saw a guy from the truck fill the dogs water dishes with some water he pulled off the truck.  One couple that was with us had a weiner dog and he started drinking it.  I knew that didn't seem right.  I went over to him and started petting him and holding him.  His owners walked up, and the poor little puppy died in my arms, right in front of them.  We all started crying. That was sad.  I knew then (finally) that we were being taken and was rallying my group of people to fight the Indonesian drug runners....then I woke up.

70's serial killer, 03-09-11

This isn't really a chronological account of my dream last night since I was under the influence of nyquil.  Rather it is telling of everything I can remember from last night's dream and putting it in some sort of logical order.  For those 3 of you that read this and say my dreams could work as a synopsis for a movie, this one would work.  I just want some production credits and help writing it.

It was myself and a bunch of people I didn't know in a house really just hanging out.  It was set in the 70s as told by the fashion of the clothing and the furniture.  I had the knowledge of a narrator as well, so I was aware that we had travelled back in time. 

There was a guy there whom I recognized as a serial killer.  I realized that we were the people he killed, but we were reincarnated later. Basically our present consciousness went back in time into our 70s lives.  When we were alone we discussed that we should try to stop him.  But just like the movies, you can't alter the effects of time.  Basically if we stopped him from killing us one way, we'd end up being killed another.  So at one point we ended up letting him kill us.  I remember us laying down and getting shot with a shot gun.  After I was shot,  zoom, back to my normal life in the year 2011.

I was at a house talking to a girl who looked different than a person I knew from the murder, but I knew it was her.  I said something to her (I don't remember) that pertained to that night and she acknowledged it.  So, it wasn't just me who went back and was re-murdered by the serial killer.

Sheldon's Wedding and CD Release 02/28/11

So I had this dream a couple days ago but I haven't written it down until now. When I used to tour with Rick Recht, we had another artist on Jewish Rock Records named Sheldon Low.  Sheldon lives in New York with his girlfriend Hadar.  I had a dream about them the other night.

So Sheldon was having a Wedding/CD Release party.  We were getting ready and talking about old times etc.  I made sure to put microphone cables down each pant leg of my suit and the went up to my waist.  This was for Karaoke, I explained.  I said it was so I could walk into the audience with microphones easier.  I'm not sure how that would work, but it made sense in my dream.

Then I saw Sheldon drinking a red liquid out of what I can only describe as a green gummy tongue.  When he drank the liquid the tongue unrolled to the size of Gene Simmons' tongue. Embedded on each side of the tongue were 2 action figure sized people that looked kinda like Han Solo when he was in the carbonite. He pointed to the one on the left and said "That's Pat Eagan" (a guy I work with at Guitar Center).  He explained to me that the tongues were his new CD, and that when you drank the red liquid you heard the music.  He then went to a giant green tongue on the wall and refilled his little tongue.  There were 2 hoses coming off the big tongue and they joined in the middle at a spout.  He was sure to tell me that if there was any red liquid left in the hoses, then the ending would be cut off his CD.

Next thing I remember from the dream was driving to the synagogue.  I was driving in the courtyard that separated 2 synagogues, that in my mind, I've been to before working for Rick Recht.  There was a sign with 2 fists on the one on the right, that's where the wedding was.
I went inside and there was the Bima (stage area) in the round and there were people sitting all around it.  I walked up the the back of the Bima and took one of the nice chairs reserved for the Rabbi and moved it to where some friends were sitting. 

That's about all I remember.  I really wish I knew why I had mic cables down my pants for Karaoke.

Shot in the neck by Freddy - 02-22-11

Alright, I remembered another strange dream.  Weird part is, it had to do with my family again, and my mom was there. 
We were having a family reunion in a park.  There was some swimming and picnicing (is that how you spell it?)  Is picnic-ing a world? All of that seemed pretty normal.  It was when we were going to leave for the evening.  I walked across the park in my socks and the field was flooded, so my feet sloshed in the water. 
I came up to the pavilion and everyone was there, but we were getting ready to leave and I was in a bad mood, probably because I was walking across the field and getting my feet wet.  I was arguing with my sister and I was helping get all of our stuff together to leave.  I know, boring so far.  Here is where it gets weird.
I decided to walk back to the pool to get my shoes.  As I was doing that, Freddy, from Friday the 13th walked up to me with a gun.  I said "Don't shoot me," but he replied "Too late."  I felt a pinching pain in my neck and reached up and felt a tranquilizer dart.  He said "Don't worry, you'll be asleep soon," and I fell down onto the concrete.  I got up though, as I was determined to go get my shoes.
I walked to the pool and found my pair of black and green Pumas (I don't own black and green pumas).  I started walking back up to the pavilion and Evan from work came up to me and said "Those aren't your shoes," and I fell back over because of the tranquilizer.  Then I woke up.
  

Dreams 02/11/11

02.11.11

Last nights dreams were probably some of the weirdest I’ve had and that’s saying something.  It’s funny because a lot of situations occur seemingly at once which don’t make sense but seem to make sense in the dream.  I don’t know if I’m actually having a bunch of dreams and putting them together in my memory later or if I’m just having a strange discombobulated dream.

First dream I was hanging out with my mom’s side of the family for a weekend.  I remember just being really angry the entire time.  I was screaming at everyone and no one would seem to want to listen to my complaints.  The strangest part about this dream (which happens a lot in my dreams) was that my mother was there.  The 2 most vivid parts of the dream were this:

I was walking through a college dorm for some reason and walk into a large open area and see my cousin Valerie sitting there with my mom, my grandmother, and some women whom I associated as my grandmother’s sisters.  (I don’t know if she even had sisters).  Valerie asks me how the weekend was and I was screaming at her about how mean Melvin’s friend was, how the sleeping arrangements were bad, how I couldn’t get sleep.  She said “Well it was a sleepover.”

My grandmother said “Well this is the last time you’ll see me before I die”.  I told her that isn’t true.  She just got up and left without saying goodbye.

Then my mom and I took my uncle Melvin to a coffin shop.  He wanted to be buried with his brother and his uncle (both of whom had passed away years previously).  They coffin maker had made a 3 person coffin, about the size of a grand piano.  He had dug up the bodies of Melvin’s relatives he wanted to be buried with and Melvin got into the coffin to test it out.  Then the 2 deceased started talking to Melvin and us like it was normal.  Weird this is, I wasn’t scared that these 2 men, who had been dead for years were just sitting up, moving and talking.  They were joking and laughing, telling Melvin they can’t wait to see him.  After Melvin got out of the coffin, the coffin maker’s assistant told the 2 deceased men that he was going to close the lid.  They laid back down like it was normal and the lid was closed.  The coffin maker told my mom and I “tell Melvin to find a cold dark place in town like England to put this coffin in until he dies.  I don’t want these bodies to be out in the summer and start stinking up the place.”

The only other thing I remember about this dream is my mom and I were driving in 2 separate cars talking on the phone.  We came to an intersection and she went straight and I turned left into a subdivision and kept driving for a while.

Second dream was even stranger.  It started out I was at work, but I was in there alone.  I was in the back moving boxes around.  Mike our warehouse manager had bundled up some single sort recycling boxes for us (which we have 2 paper/cardboard recycle bins but don’t need to bundle them up) and I was moving them around.  I then realized I was in the building by myself and had to leave because there was supposed to be another person in the building with me.  I kept trying to leave but kept getting distracted.  I had let a bunch of employees in to wash the dishes (we don’t have dishes, we’re a guitar store) but I still was trying to get outside before I got in trouble for being in the store alone.  Then as this is going on I’m watching a trailer for the new season of The Walking Dead.  I wasn’t watching television, I was just watching the trailor unfold in front of me in real life.  The scariest part was when a zombie with blood coming out of his mouth in an all black background, front lit, turns to me and says something but I don’t remember.  Then the voice announcer starts saying something like (paraphrasing) “To make their way home, the zombies realize that they need love”.  Zoom out to a bunch of zombies laying on towels on the ground rolling over and kissing each other.  Some were just Zombie heads, some were partial zombie bodies.  It was somewhat romantic.

There you have it, a window into my subconscious.