Sunday night I dreamt Tina Turner was singing on a black stage so shiny it was like she was on a black chromed mirror. Ms. Turner was also dress in black, a short sleeveless number that showed off her gams. Although I was not physically present, she was singing to me, and staring at me, which was vaguely creepy (I have always found Ms. Turner ( Read more... )

Last Thursday, I dreamed that I won $43 million in the lottery. I worked late that day, and stopped off to buy milk from the Metro on my way home.

"You playing Max?" asked the cashier.

"The lottery?" I asked.

"Yeah," she said. "It's up to $42 million."

Okay, I thought. The universe is trying to communicate with me, or something. I made a ( Read more... )

Dream: We had invited dearmary and fivedesix to Schlocktoberfest, and they had written back to say they couldn't make it. This made me quite cross, and I went down to visit them to find out why not.

It turns out that they live quite a bit further south than I had thought: they lived in a tarpaper shack in the middle of a forest somewhere. dearmary was sitting in a rocker ( Read more... )

It is a very rare occurrence when I remember my dreams. I don't know why; perhaps my dreams are usually so low-key or cover such non-eventful topics that the night-brain doesn't bother flagging them for review by the waking brain ( Read more... )

Last night I dreamt of the flight home to Toronto. I was upset because I couldn't get Mrs. Clubber's portable DVD player to work, nor the laptop, so I was going to be forced to watch the in-flight movie. It was a Disney effort called Humper II: The Return, and was apparently a sequel to an earlier winner called Humper: The Dog Who Loved Too Much ( Read more... )