So Many Dreams in One Night

A couple of strange dreams last night. The first had me in an old style steam engine train that was traveling through grape growing countryside. The group of people on the train were more like tourists and we were planning on making a stop somewhere for lunch and one of the older ladies in the back mentioned a place that made really good spring rolls. We were trying to determine which stop was the right stop for some tasty spring rolls but all the grape fields were nothing but barren patches of dirt so I asked the conductor why there weren’t and places that were making spring rolls and he said that this was summer and not spring. Later in the dream the train got stuck in a sand storm and we had to work together to push the train back – the wheels would slip as the sand made the tracks dusty and impossible for traction.

 

I had a couple of other dreams in between but I don’t quite remember them. The last dream I had involved some Mafia boss that I worked for who was in trouble as a rival mob was planning a hit on his family. The boss’s father wanted to bring back some old-school gangsters from the movies to fight the rival but the son decided to hire a Hollywood weapons specialist that supplied him with bazookas and other ridiculously over-powered ordinance. In a flash we all realized that a lone gunman was targeting the boss’s father who was asleep at his sister’s house and by the time we rushed to the house it was too late. I had to send foot soldiers left and right to search for the shooter who had used a modified pellet gun, one of 4 that I had sold to friends – one of those friends was Jeff Kanjanapanga! Strange!    Sam.