Taking a dose of my own advice, I wrote down the remembered shards of my dreams from last night first thing this morning. Supper was pancakes, eggs and spicy hot sausage patties.
Drizzled with Log Cabin.
Dream fuel?

Dream Diary

11/8/15

• Old part of town riding in back seat of a Ford Crown Victoria, two black tied white shirted men in the front seat, turning into ally being pointed at by people on corner. Scene was like an early morning inner city produce hub; people and carts of fruits and vegetables everywhere.

• Parking area on top of second story building without any guardrails at the edges. Remember being concerned about lack of guard rails. I was the only car in the freshly paved and striped lot. Drove around and went down the in ramp. Parked the car and walked to a new glass walled bus stop. Continued walking along a freshly paved sidewalk and opened a steel door covered with gravel covered concrete in the shape of a upside down U. Like an entrance to an underground garage. Entered the door and it twirled around like a nautilus shell. Inside was a freezer that you had to crawl under the compressor machinery for about twenty feet before you could stand and walk through the many chambers. Remember being cold and somewhat claustrophobic.

• Huge circular bedroom walled with glass overlooking the ocean or a lake. Twenty feet of scrub grass and brush separated the 30 foot high curved glass and a cliff line. It was dark. I thought, “I don’t need curtains”.

What I will glean from this, only time will tell.

Proof that I am nuts.

Definitely.

Song fodder.

Yeah, for sure maybe.