I had another crazy dream last night. The usual catalysts were not in play either. There was no beer, ice cream, or any other psychedlics involved. Just weirdness.
The dream itself was in two parts but happening at the same time. The less interesting side had me in the back seat of a squad car with two young terrorists. One guy, one girl. Both cuffed behind their backs. Both cussing up a storm about what they would do to the cup when they got out.
What I don't know is what I was doing in the back seat with them. I was in between the two of them. I wasn't cuffed. I was just trying to get some sleep. I was leaning over behind the chick and had my face smushed up against some glass as I tried to catch some zzzs.
At the same time I was trying to sleep, I was also reading a newspaper. A British tabloid to be exact. It was carrying a lot of stories about the Rolling Stones and their newest member. That person happened to be my brother. Somehow he was now in the Stones. Not sure what he was doing in the band. He doesn't sing or play an instrument.
The stories kept focusing on how the band was partying harder than ever- again, something that isn't like my brother at all. The stories started with the band getting drunk each night and hanging out with some very slutty groupies. The next story would be about them busting up a nightclub. Then a story about how each of the Rolling Stones married one of these groupies.
But the coup de gras had to be the announcement of the forthcoming record. The Rolling Stones had announced that their new album would be called Listiloading. I didn't know what the hell that meant until an American newspaper explained it. Apparently it was British slang for "fisting". WTF?
I think the WTF? moment caused me to awaken. It was 15 minutes before my alarm was set to go off so I was able to recall the dream and not have to worry about writing it down or recording my thoughts.
Seeing that I have some Lakefront Eastside Dark in the fridge, I wonder if I can dream of a sequal tonight.