On Losing My Mind

Sometimes, it's kind of cool to have a famous person in your dream. They appear out of nowhere and in your dream, the fact that they are in your home, or that they know you, is no big deal. It seems normal. Casual. When you wake up, you feel like you actually know that person.

But, this is getting a little weird.

After the week of dreams I had last week with female movie stars, finally, a male. Carlos Santana.

Me and a group of my college friends, three girls, (college?) were looking to rent the top floor of a cool house somewhere near the ocean. Next thing I know, I'm rooming with Carlos Santana. We had a discussion about his music, I told him about Brian and how he loved Santana, that Brian was also a lead guitarist and musician, and that his favorite group of all time was Pink Floyd. Carlos said he remembered Brian and told me that he had in fact, attended his funeral. He said it was the grooviest funeral that he had ever attended. Needless to say, we bonded after that and became the best of roomies.

The sub-conscious is so very interesting. Carlos Santana? How long has he been lurking around in there and why? I like the man and his music, but really....Carlos Santana?

At least I have my weird dreams to keep my occupied during these long, winter months.

Wonder what tonight holds for me and why isn't Bruce Willis lurking around in there?

Hello? Bruce?