LIONS... AND TIGERS... AND BEARS... OH MY!
Yeah, last night was something like that, while I was sleeping anyway. I had a plethora of dreams in my head, but can only remember bits and pieces of most of them. I've got a couple of songs too. One came after I woke out of a dream, and the other when I actually decided to get out of bed.
It never ceases to amaze me how much the brain can do in such a short time span. This morning, I woke out of a dream at 6:24. I know the exact time because I called my Boo right afterwards to tell her good morning. I quickly fell back asleep and had at least two more dreams prior to actually getting out of bed around 7:30. So, in just over one hour, I had two completely different dreams, both of which seemed like they lasted hours and hours. Is it not incredible that the brain can speed up things so quickly so that we can enjoy more of them, yet the television stations can't skip through stupid commercials?
My dream: I hanging out at work (not the job I have now, but some other job) and the boss wants me to come home with him to try to talk his daughter out of getting married to this jerk. I'm more excited about riding in his Porsche than anything else, so I agree.
We cruise about 45 miles outside of the city to the middle of nowhere, where he lives. We go into his house and he tells me that I can sleep on a mattress in some extra TV room or something. I agree to it, but not having a change of clothes may make this interesting. I hop in bed completely naked and the next thing I remember is some asshole standing over me saying "Get up shithead!" and kicking in the mattress. This has got to be the guy!
Somehow I get up without showing everyone in the house my "junk". I still haven't figured out that part though.
The next thing I know, my step-brother and I are following this guy to his crappy apartment. There are bums at the base of the stairs just laying around and he doesn't step over or around them, but right on top of them. This immediately gets me thinking that this isn't a nice guy.
We get upstairs and the boss's daughter is there. We get no chance to talk to her before he starts in on her about something. I'm investigating this guys apartment and he's just got a ton of junk all around the place and it's a disaster.
Finally, the girl comes walking over to me, and immediately says "This guy is a jerk! There's no way this will work!"
I concur by saying "Yeah, he's a real bag of douche. You've got to get out of here."
She replies "I'm going to, after I make him some dinner."
"Huh?" I'm thinking, but let it go. Before I know it, my step-brother is making some french bread toast sandwiches. He's piling ham and provolone cheese on them, and damn, they look good! About the time he's about to finish, the douchebag notices the sandwich and decides he wants it.
He goes over to my step-brother and tells him that he wants pickles on it, but when my bro goes to put the pickles on there this guy grabs the pickle from and throws a small bass (the fish) on the sandwich.
My brother gets "fake" sick and runs over to the sink pretending to puke. While he's wretching and standing over in the corner laughing.
I wake up the same way, laughing. When I woke up I had a Kenny Rogers song in my head, and no, it wasn't "The Gambler". I specifically know it was a Kenny Rogers song, but I can't remember which one. I remember saying to myself "Hey dumbass, that's Kenny Rogers you're singing to yourself". I think it was from that race car movie he made way back in the day. I think the name of it was "Six Pack".
When I actually got out of bed, this song was gone from my cerebral cortex. I knew I should've written it down when I made the phone call, but I was lazy. Anyway, here's the song I have now:
Song of the day: "The Blister Exists" by Slipknot from Vol. 3: The Subliminal Verses
I've only got the chorus in my head, but that's about it. Here it is:
"I am all, but what am I?
Another number that isn't equal to any of you
I control, but I comply
Pick me apart, then pick up the pieces"
Who knows what it means? Maybe my brain just wanted to listen to Slipknot this morning to get going? We'll leave it at that.
Now, as for the dream... We all know that I've got a wedding coming up, and it's been first and foremost in my cranium lately. I'm sure that's part of it. I think that maybe I see everything going on, but I might actually be that jerk-off that I'm seeing. My step-brother and I are basically acting like guardian angels in the dream, but we do nothing to stop things. Instead, we look for opportunities to bandage little pieces, like making food so she won't have to. There's only one part that is strange, and that's the fish, so I decided to look that up, as a closing piece to this analysis.
Fish To see a dead fish, signifies disappointment and loss of power/wealth.
Now this is just too, too funny! Before I went to bed last night I was thinking about all of the bills I had to pay today, along with ordering a plane ticket and other purchases, thus "loss of wealth". That's just too funny that a silly little fish can mean all that!
Man, I really wish I could remember more of my dreams from last night. I must've had at least 5 or 6 total. You'd think I could remember the last two I had, since they occurred just before waking. Oh well! Maybe if they come back to me during the day I'll come back and post about them.
I'll close with this... Today is opening day for the Memphis Redbirds and it looks like it's going to be a beautiful one. I didn't go last year because it was nasty outside. It wasn't raining hard enough to cancel the game, but hard enough for a pansy like me not to go. I'm going to order a couple of tickets, then enjoy a Leinekuegel's Red and some BBQ nachos at the game tonight. If only I can make it through my work day alive?