The Return Of The Weird Dream

I've been remembering my dreams a lot lately, more so then ever. I don't know if its because I'm sleeping differently or what, but yikes! Lots of dreams and all of them weird.

Yesterday I dreamed that I was at a casino and I won $300. (If only. If only) I don't know who I was with, but it was pouring down rain. I think I was in Atlantic City, because I think I mentioned either the Tropicana or the Taj both of which are on the boardwalk.

The day before that I had a dream about that Pickle DJ, you know the one that I used to post about all the time. Yeah. Fishy or He-who-should-be-flushed-down-the-toilet. He was playing The Moody Blues on the air and he screwed up something about the song or the band, I can't remember which. I do know that he had played Question. I got really mad at him for that too. The rest of the dream doesn't matter, m'kay? The world doesn't need to know that my subconscious mind is still gagging for a shag, so to speak.

Last night I was driving around in a storm doing something for my boss, only my boss wasn't my boss.

Weird. I don't know where my brain is coming up with these ideas. I would prefer they come up with a story I could write down or that I could concentrate on Einstein for more than 20 pages a day. (God that book hurts me)

I just want one day of blissful sleep, without something that makes me ponder what goes on in my head the whole next day.

Oh and I think I'm coming down with a cold too. Yay. Do you know what that means? Nyquil. And we all know that Nyquil = WEIRD DREAMS!