Dreamtime

My attempt to make good use of the witching hours last night did not work - my alarm went off right in the middle of REM sleep, and I woke up feeling tired and angry, which led to ... me going back to sleep. I woke up a few hours later, but, still feeling tired, I stayed in bed until my alarm went off.

My dreams continue to be epic, vivid, hilarious, wonderful - everything great. Last night's was convoluted in a way that could barely fit in a novel. I remember a lot, but only a slim fraction. Here was the best part: I was hired by the band KISS to be a violinist and show up to a rehearsal. Myself, three fully-made-up KISS band members (I don't know about them very well and would never have been able to dream them accurately, so their identities must remain pretty generic) and some tall, middle-aged guy in a fancy business suit are present on the stage in a large concert hall. I do know who Gene Simmons is, and I don't think he was there.

Before the rehearsing can begin, I realize I don't know the songs. The business guy pushes me aside, and I sit at the sideline, patiently waiting for the moment when I'm called back in. I am not. Gradually (or suddenly?) the room is filled with an audience, and the band is filled out with other members (not in makeup), including another violinist. The show is a passionate blitzkrieg of awesomeness, and the audience is loving it. I am so excited to be a part of the band, even though I have obviously been sidelined. It doesn't bother me. In fact, I plan on contacting Brad Warner to show off my connections with KISS.

So it's kind of sad and funny at the same time, and it even reflects some thoughts I've had recently about a trend in my dreams (not knowing the script). Crazy. I love dreams. That's why I ask everyone to dream well. The time you're asleep is not without its adventures and excitement.

So tomorrow I attend a workshop with a strong focus on inner-work and transformation. But it would be more valuable to write about it afterward than before, so that's what I shall do. Until then, dear readers.

Dream, well.