Aaaaah REM sleep. The wonders and splendors of deep relaxing sleep. In last nights episode of "Nightmare Theater", I found myself in a retail furniture store , re-arranging its furniture. What the elderly women in this dream were there for, I don't know. They were customers, I suppose.

Anyway. It seems I was working there and this pretty young woman came by who used to work there. Some brunette whom I have never met in real life. She was telling me how well her life was going since she left the job and how she was an actress now and about the release of this upcoming movie she was in and how it was changing her life. At that time I decided to tell her what I was doing and where I was going with my music and I wanted her to hear my demo. All ONE song of it. I was evidently making things sound bigger than they were.

Anyway, we go outside to for some reason...probably to get the CD of the song. That's when some big bald burly black guy, driving a cement truck gets out and starts yelling at me. I become angered and though he is taller and stronger looking than I, I yell back. He begins to back down and return to his truck. That wasn't good enough for me.

For some strange reason, I was enraged. I followed him to his cement truck and proceeded to accost him. I straddled him and slam my fist into his temple with a heavy ring. ( I used to have a big Baphomet silver ring once). This ring lodged into his skull and made a sickening crunch like an eggshell and dented his cranium which blacked him out. Looking sheepishly at what I had done, I backed away and walked quickly back to the store whistling innocently.
Returning to the store, I went back to re-arranging the furniture. I remember that I was on the floor trying to place a throw rug under a coffee table without thought to MOVE the coffee table. An old woman was sitting at the couch in front of the table and would not move out of the way as I faced her high heeled wedge boots or shoes near my wrists and face. I remembered grumbling about her lack of consideration. I feared she may step on my fingers without looking.

Somewhere in there I remember the truck driver getting up and coming back into the store. I believe I remember police there at that time.
Then I woke to realize I was late for work.

I have the oddest dreams. i don't think there's any making sense or analyzing this one. But I like to record them here.