First things first, I was writing an article last night and stayed up pretty late; about 2:00-2:30am..  I was drinking lots of juice becouse I am trying to rid the free radicals from my body from years of smoke inhalation.  I finished writing my article Music is Art… took my last gulp of juice and set off to lay in bed.  I could barely keep my eyes open so I fell asleep right away no problem; out like a light.  I must have entered into REM or deep sleep where you have vivid dreams sometime around this morning.  Usually I wake up and don’t remember my dream or dreams from the night before or only for a split second and then somehow it’s like what happened in my dream, I don’t even remember.  Maybe it’s the juice, maybe the lack of smoke onthe brain and maybe just the fact that I actually entered into good deep sleep could have all played a role in better remembering my dream but I still think it was because things that freak you out are hard to forget.  It was a short lived dream and this is what happens.

The Dream:

        I was at a home, not mine but a home and I was having a conversation about writing articles with a friend which I also had done earlier in the day in real life.  Suddenly someone comes in the front door of the house connected to this room i’m in.  It is a man in a black suit kinda like a government worker no one has ever seen before and he asks me very bluntly; I would like to see your work.  I hesitate and say, what work thinking for some reason he is going to take my work from me and I will never see it again.  The man in the suit says, Your work; with his back turned to me with something in his hand.  Oh, you mean my short stories and articles I have been writing on the internet.  That’s when he freaks out and is like, you don’t want to give me your work then here, and he turns into an evil dentist character and jams a needle into my mouth along the gum line and down my throat as I scream in pain.  Ahhhhhhhhhh Ouch….. and i’m awake laying in my bed with a crazy vivid memory of it all.  I thought to myself for a second, what the hell was that all about and rememberd I had been putting in long hours trying to think of material.  What a good story this would make, huh…….lol…