Dreams
Ok, I've just had two very strange nights of dreams. And this is coming from me, the person who normally never dreams. At least never dreams dreams that I remember.
Anyway, Sunday night I dreamed that I was at the Green Room (or a place that was supposed to be the GR, probably rehearsing for Cotton Patch) Anyway, while I was there, Josh Koch shot me, twice. He didn't kill me, but I think I passed out for a while. When I woke back up and found some GR people they knew that he shot me, but no one did anything. So I had to leave and drive myself to the hospital. I went to this hospital which was next to a NASCAR track kind thing. I went there instead of the hospital and started to run a relay race. (I know, track and NASCAR...doesn't really fit) Shortly after I started running I remembered that I needed to get into the hospital to get these bullets out of my chest, so I went in a back entrance to the hospital. I found someone and eventually made it up to someone to get the bullets out or something. I don't remember much else of the dream.
Monday night I dreamed I was punching these letters out from a shirt of mine. I was writing a couple sentences by punching the letters out. I was going to give the shirt to a friend for some reason. After I finished one sentence I was about to start writing on the front when I realized that it wouldn't look good, plus this was a shirt I liked. I was trying to find some way to undo what I just did, or fix it to look good, or something.
Now I'm off toward this night of dreams? maybe?
Anyway, Sunday night I dreamed that I was at the Green Room (or a place that was supposed to be the GR, probably rehearsing for Cotton Patch) Anyway, while I was there, Josh Koch shot me, twice. He didn't kill me, but I think I passed out for a while. When I woke back up and found some GR people they knew that he shot me, but no one did anything. So I had to leave and drive myself to the hospital. I went to this hospital which was next to a NASCAR track kind thing. I went there instead of the hospital and started to run a relay race. (I know, track and NASCAR...doesn't really fit) Shortly after I started running I remembered that I needed to get into the hospital to get these bullets out of my chest, so I went in a back entrance to the hospital. I found someone and eventually made it up to someone to get the bullets out or something. I don't remember much else of the dream.
Monday night I dreamed I was punching these letters out from a shirt of mine. I was writing a couple sentences by punching the letters out. I was going to give the shirt to a friend for some reason. After I finished one sentence I was about to start writing on the front when I realized that it wouldn't look good, plus this was a shirt I liked. I was trying to find some way to undo what I just did, or fix it to look good, or something.
Now I'm off toward this night of dreams? maybe?