Beatles and Lizards

For the last two nights I have had vivid dreams. The night before I dreamed that Dolly and I were back living in a little apartment. There was nothing special about this apartment other than it looked like every apartment I had ever known. It was small and dark and one level. I was kneeling on the carpet playing with our little Yorkshire Terrier Winston (or Ruffy to me ). He likes to play tug of war with his stuffed animals. He is such a cute little thing but as I was playing with him, I noticed that something was biting my finger. I looked over and I was wearing a lizard on my finger like one of those trick Chinese locking finger cuffs. When I looked up I noticed that Dolly had brought in a hanging basket from outside. It was infested with lizards and they were pouring out of the basket grotesquely. I stood up to run but I was suffering from some sort of paralysis. A huge amount of struggling only resulted in the smallest amount of distance. I remembered begin afraid that the lizards would eat my dog, but I was too afraid to protect him. I was more than glad to wake up.

Last night I dreamed that I was at a big news conference at a fancy hotel. The Beatles were getting back together. I bought my tickets for the conference and took a long crowded bus ride through which looked like generic European countryside. When I got to the conference I sat on an aluminum bench like the ones at a ball park and bought a big diet Coke. The Beatles came out and sat at a long table with microphones in front of them. Much to my surprise John Lennon was there. It turns out that he was just in hiding and had not been killed. I was so thrilled to be in there prescence. The Beatles took a break from being interviewed and I went up to my hotel for to cleanup. My childhood friend Daren was there taking a shower. I picked up Ruffy ( my little dog ) and gave him to Daren to wash. After Daren got out of the bath, I took a shower but mud was coming out of the focet and Ruffy had turned into some sort of lizard or weasel. I was disgusted by the sight of the muddy water and my new lizard dog. I went back down to the lobby to catch more of the Beatles but they had left to be in a parade. I followed their float as it went down the street and pretty soon I was lost. I remember being scared that someone would hurt The Beatles.

Both of these dreams left me with feelings of disgust. I have no fear of lizards but they must disgust me in some way. My little dog is well...so little I worry about his safety all the time. Maybe I am worried about protecting him. As for the rock and roll part, I dream of that all the time :-).