Rant #1,515: Dreaming

In the past, I have talked about my dreams at this site.

I don't remember my dreams very often, but when I do, they are really interesting, at least to me.

I am sure all of us can say the same, but I have the outlet to write about them, so here goes.

Last night, after another busy day at work, I went to bed dead tired, and fell asleep pretty quickly.

I had a dream where I was driving on the Wantagh Parkway on Long Island--the road I use to get to work--and there was a car on the side of the road that had been in an accident or had stalled, I don't remember which, but it was on the side of the road.

As I exited the parkway and got closer to the car on the side of the road, I noticed that it looked very familiar ... it was my old Oldsmobile Cutlass, the very same car that was stolen the night before I got married!

Yes, in real life, my friend took me out to a restaurant in Manhattan the night before I got married on June 6, 1992. He lived in Queens at the time, right off the Van Wyck Expressway, and I drove to his house, and parked my car about a block away. When we returned, my car was gone. It was never to be seen again, and probably went to a chop shop somewhere.

Anyway, back to the dream ...

There it was, in all of its glory. How could such an old car still be on the road to begin with?

Anyway, I got a call to come down and pick up the Oldsmobile, and I told whoever was calling that I did not own it anymore, and I told them the story I just told you.

But they insisted I come down to pick it up, because I was the listed owner.

I guess my dream pilfered out after that, but it was revived later ...

I found myself going to pick up the car, but I got sidetracked, and I instead went to ...

A David Bowie concert that was being held somewhere near work, but not at the fabled Westbury Music Fair, or whatever they now call it, which is, in fact, about five minutes from where I work.

It must have been at a school or something with an auditorium, and I sat in a section of all women, all middle aged women at the youngest. I had seats on the side, and there was a video monitor right in front of me, and since I really couldn't see anything on the stage, I had to use the monitor to see the concert.

The one song I know he sang at my "dream" concert was "Modern Love." Why my mind picked this song is beyond me. I like the song, but it is far from my favorite Bowie song. But he sang that song.

There was an intermission, and I had a discussion with a woman who had a cane (!) about concerts we had gone to recently, and the level of the performers we had seen. She had seen U2, I had seen the Monkees (which, as you know, I did actually do).

When the concert resumed, this woman and another one in a wheelchair left, and I had the row to myself ...

And that is all I remember.

I cannot fathom how this dream or dreams can be interpreted. I will leave that to the dream experts. But my dream was interesting, and I am happy that I remember it so vividly, because that is usually not the case with me. I have them, and their memory doesn't last--this one did.

Can anyone make anything of this? Heck, that car is in my memory banks, but I haven't thought about it in years.

And David Bowie? I like him, always have, but he is far from my favorite rocker. How did he end up in my dream?

Now, for reality. I soon have to go to work, and I have to work early Saturday because we are in our annual busy period, so my sleep is going to be interrupted having to get up for a sixth day during the week for work.

Woe is me. I am burnt out already.

And that is no dream.

Speak to you again on Monday.