Dreaming of me

I have had some interesting dreams of late. Two of them are weird in just how mundane they were.
In the first one the entire dream all I was doing was ironing a blue dress shirt. I spent a lot of time on the collar.
The second dream was me trying to figure out how to sell a big pile of dust jackets. Not any actual books, just the dust jackets and they were all from the same book.

I won't call the third one a doozy, but it certainly was an action packed dream. So I am present while the president of Congo is making a speech that looks a lot like the elementary school I went to. As he is giving his speech in a classroom shots ring out from the ceiling and seemingly killing the president. I then start ushering people outside as they start to panic. Me and a few others are the classroom, thinking the gunman has left. Shots start coming from the ceiling again. We all dive for cover, but I am shot in the calf. Which left me wondering if the president was the intended target at all. Those of us left removed a few ceiling tiles to try and look for the gunman. Then I woke up.

Nothing More than Simply Being

I have had recurring dreams before, but never the same dream continuously through out the night. I did Saturday night. It wasn't anything special, but I had the dream three times. The dream was I was a used care salesman. The one moment I really remember was trying to sell some dude a grey Cadillac and part of sale pitch was, "This baby can turn on a dime." The weird part was when I woke up. Every time I awoke from the dream, Led Zeppelin was playing on the radio.

Dreaming again

So, I had another dream that I remembered again, and the only reason I mention it, is because David Bowie makes another appearance. Last time I had one of his songs playing throughout the entire dream. This time...well:

A friend and I are going to watch a Dallas Stars hockey game. We get to our seats, and begin watching the game. Who would show up to the seats next to mine? David Bowie and a friend of his. And it just isn't David Bowie, he is in his "Ziggy Stardust" getup. And so is his friend. He has his toddler son there as well, but he isn't dressed up.

The funny thing is, is that men and Bowie talked a bunch during the game, and it was just general hockey talk. Nothing about his music, why he was dressed the way he was, anything else really. We only talked hockey, and the game going on.

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And you know I'm not even a big David Bowie fan.

Dream a little dream

Now I am not one who often remembers his dreams, but I had one this morning that has stuck with me. It went like this:

I was in the house that I was raised in. In the house I was being chased by a wasp. Not a giant wasp. Not like a hundred wasps. Just one single, solitary wasp. And it had me freaked out. I was running all over the house trying to get away, but it just kept chasing me. I never felt comfortable in the dream to squash it. Now the funny (funny-strange) part is that the entire time "Suffragette City" by David Bowie is playing the entire time. It was like a chase scene in a movie, and that was the theme song.

Finally, I am on the ground, and I have a couple of books in my hand. I am waving them frantically at the wasp using the wind I create to keep it at bay, but I can never get rid of it. The persistent bastard. I quit waving the books and the wasp proceeds to land on my fingers. I slowly turn my hand up side down and squash the bugger. That is when I wake up. When I do, that damn song is still playing in my head, and has been all day now.