Luck Be A Lady

A Dream From My Past

      I am involved in a talent show. We are three contestants left in the show and the next round is "50's Music." We have to dress and sing as a person from the era. Simon Cowell is one of the judges.

     Our dressing room is an old gas station, but instead of aisles of candy, chips, and car accessories. The room is filled with clothing and props, it's sort of thrown together disorderly like a thrift shop. Time is running out and I can't come up with an idea for my song.

     But instantly I see a fedora laying on a shelf. I grab it, thinking that I may be able to get away with doing a Frank Sinatra song. I search the aisles and find a three piece suit. Perfect. Now I am ready. The only Sinatra song that I can ponder up is "Luck Be A Lady." Dream ends.

I wake up

Demonic Tronic

Dream 1/11/2016

A man stands up on stage. His face is painted like the wrestler "Sting." His face changes like a picture slideshow, every three seconds his head is something different. With each new change, his face becomes scarier and more creepy until he has long, matted, hair, pale skin, cat's eyes and slobber dripping from his mouth, running down his chin. He goes by the name, Marilyn Manson. He and his band play. As he moves eerily on stage, a commentator talks about how he is demon possessed. Dream ends.

I wake up.

Lawbreaker

Dream 11/1/16

I'm driving with some friends to a mall. When approaching an intersection, the light goes from green to yellow. I speed up. Red. I stop before the white line, but then decide that I don't want to wait, so I drive through the red light, somehow avoiding a collision. I'm terrified that a cop will pull me over.

We stop at Arby's to satisfy our hunger. I order a loaded Italian combo, but instead of curly fries I get a large order of Jalapeno Bites, a Mountain Dew to drink and a cherry turnover. My friends are standing by a coat rack flexing, talking about how they both have girly arms. After we get done with our food, I walk up to pay for the meal. The line is long, my friends convince me that I've already paid, but in the back of my mind, I know that I haven't. Once again, I am afraid that the cops are coming to get me. Dream ends.

 I wake up