Dreams - We've All Got 'Em

The old dreams were good dreams. They didn't work out, but I'm glad I had them.

I have a little scrap of paper that says this. I don't remember where it came from, but it sits in a small box of strange mementos and other odds and ends on my vanity table. It's kind of hokey, but I kept it because I am nothing if not a dreamer.

I wrote a while back that I hadn't been having any dreams. That's not true of course, because everybody dreams, even if they don't remember it afterwards. So not remembering my dreams hasn't been cause for concern. Then last night, I had a very vivid sequence of dreams. I am no dream analyst, but I can see that most of what I dreamed was just my brain sifting through the last couple of days. The most memorable bits and pieces were:

I was climbing a ladder that was leaning on a stage set of a three-story building (it stood alone on the side of the mountain, whatever that means). About the time I got to the top, I looked down the back side of the set through an opening at the top. I watched as the set buckled and I knew I was going to fall. I fell to the ground, but did not experience the sensation of falling that often wakes one from a dream. Instead, a group of people gathered, including my parents. My mom was determined to blame someone for the accident, and was trying to convince my dad to call on some people he knew who were not quite the mob, but were a bit shady in some way.

Then suddenly I was in a large lodge-style club. I have seen this in my dreams before. This time, I was tagging along after a friend, who was supposed to be organizing a concert. It was to feature Brad Paisley, who was going to debut his new song, Daytona 800 (seriously?). I tried to buy two old guys who looked a lot like the hecklers from The Muppets a beer, but the cocktail waitress was not very nice so I took my seat. I was in an area that seemed to have a lot of kids. One little kid was lost and crying. Instead of trying to help him, everyone was telling him to be quiet because the concert was going to start.

I don't remember what happened after that. I would like to think that I didn't ignore the little kid, but other than that is was an OK dream.

I am not sure why I suddenly had a dream to remember. Nothing really different happened yesterday, and life is basically the same. I am pretty sure the dream had no real significance, but it was cool to have it all the same.