Friday, March 11, 2011

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.

Friday, March 4, 2011

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.