Dreams

Last night was a night full of dreams... many, many dreams.

I dreamt I owned a haunted restaurant where some of the ghost hurt people. The dream was in black and white and the ghosts, when they had a definate shape, were the only things in color. There was a ghost of a beautiful arab/african american looking woman in a beige peacoat sitting at a table. Only three people could see her and she was one of the few ghosts that didn't try to disturb anyone. She wore a red winter scarf around her neck and just sat there looking sad. Of the three people that could see her one was an older man who looked like the husband of someone I work with and the other was a small african american girl who looked to be about 3 years old. The ghost woman never changed expression, but she came over and sat next to me, still looking sad. She took my hand in hers and the little girl toddled over and offered her a cookie. Only then did the ghost woman smile.

Other ghosts slammed doors in peoples faces, pulled chairs out from under people and caused general havoc. They weren't as defined in shape as the beautiful ghost woman, just flashes of menacing color. I heard in the dream a pounding like a door slamming over and over and I woke up thinking it was someone inthe house. I had a hard time getting back to sleep after that.

Once I did get back to sleep I dreamt I went to a Jewish Synogogue and sat through a service, which is odd because I have no idea what a Jewish service is like. I dreamt that one of the men refused to wear a yarmulka in the temple but I woke up before I could find out why. In the dream I was wearing my Sepultura sweatshitshirt as a jacket. It's from their Nation tour and has a five pointed (NOT SIX) star on it that happens to be yellow and people at the temple were giving me shit for it. One woman started screaming at me incoherently and I woke up.

After falling back to sleep again I dreamt I was in Scotland with Ron and my nephew Dylan. For some reason we have gobs of money (that's how I knew it was a dream!) and we were letting Dylan spend the summer with us there. In the dream he was a little older than he is now... or taller at least, and we were letting him dictate where we went from day to day, never planning more than 2 days out in advance. He would pick a place on a map and we would go investigate. In the dream the three of us were flying kites on the Isle of Skye just before I woke up. I don't know why I woke up then.