In Dreams

For the last couple years, I have been criticized by (ahem) certain parties, who wonder why I don’t remember my dreams in the morning and why I won’t talk about the ones that I do remember. For whatever reason, I just don’t remember that many of them, and maybe I am too easily embarassed, but today I am going to make an exception because this morning has been too weird.

The alarm went off this morning and I fell back to sleep for my first snooze, and my last dream of the night. I was outside a party, or a concert or something and I am on the roof of a small building across the street. I am hanging out, and drinking with… my bass player, Kiddicus. Not sure why Kiddicus is in one of my dreams, but at least we were just hanging out and drinking.

So, we are sitting up there and there is a pickup truck parked in the parking lot in front of the building across the street where the party is happening. Kiddicus and I have a real bird’s eye view.

A guy walk’s out of the party and gets in the pickup truck, when all of a sudden another pickup truck comes flying through the parking lot and slams into the bed of the first pickup. It looks like a very weird kind of accident, until the second truck backs up and loops around for another run into the side of the first pickup. This happens five or six more times as both pickups start to show some serious damage.

Then someone comes out of the building where the party is happening and they have a gun. The two pickup drivers get out and have handguns as well. This is when I realize Kiddicus is gone from our vantage point. He walks across the parking lot with a gun pointed at the other three. Not sure where he got the gun, but shots start ringing out and all four people are dead as I am looking down at all their lifeless bodies.

And then I wake up.

I didn’t try to go back to sleep after that. I was just up. So, I went in and took a shower got ready to go and headed for the door. Got in my car drove to work, pulled in to the parking lot only to find that I was at work over an hour early.

Very weird morning.

Things that I am going to take away from this…

Why was Kiddicus in my dream?
What was the party across the street?
Why did the guy in the truck start ramming the other one?
Why did everyone have to die?

So, answer those four questions if you feel like. And this is why I never talk about my dreams.

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