Last night, I traveled to Germany and Africa in my dreams. It was beautiful. I met some amazing young German people and talked to them about life and music. I bought a folding/collapsible travel alarm clock with monkeys carved into the outside of its case for Chrystal. It was inside this funky little German shop. I remember there being a lot of birdhouses (or were they also coo-coo clocks?) for sale in the shop. When I brought the monkey clock up to the register, the man behind the counter asked me for my "card." I didn't want to use a credit card and I realized that I was only carrying U.S. dollars in my wallet, as I had forgotten to convert to German currency. I was going to ask if I could purchase some traveler's checks from the man, when a guy to my right offered to pay for the clock for me. I thanked him, and then ended up paying for it with a U.S. 20 dollar bill anyway. Strange. There was time spent in some kind of intimate little club with German teenagers. I asked them about who their favorite bands were. I talked to them about the Scorpions. I remember using the restroom in our German host's house. I remember little details. It was wonderful. I'd love to go back in that dream. What an experience.
In Africa there were strange animals, bizarre crayfish hybrids that were walking from puddle to puddle on a bridge. I remember having to make it back to the cabin/hut that we were staying in while in Africa without being attacked by any of the strange animals. By strange animals, I mean creatures that couldn't be defined as one particular kind... mixed species. I hunted down a sheep/deer/gazelle thing, as we needed something for dinner. There were lions. There was snow on the peaks. Later in the dream, the strangeness quotient went up a big notch.
Mario, Jennifer, and I were riding in my car, returning from somewhere. We were on Shea Boulevard, heading west, just east of Tatum (near the Superpumper gas station). As we approached an intersection, we saw a few police cars in the street, and officers with their weapons drawn. I originally started to make a u-turn to avoid the conflict, but changed my mind. As we drove past/through the scene, I looked to my right and saw a bizarre sign with a freaky clown-like face painted on it sitting on the street corner. Beyond the sign was a mob of people. I believe there may have been fires among the people... either in 55-gallon drums, or just in piles of debris on the ground. Was it a protest? A riot? And angry clown convention? I have no idea. As we continued to drive through the chaos, there was one of the angry clown people in the street in front of us. As we passed him, I honked my horn at him. He immediately spun around on one foot and drew a gun, firing a few shots at us. Either Mario or I said, "He's shooting at us!" I heard one or two rounds catch the back of the car, and continued to drive while ducking down to avoid bullets passing through the windows. I said, "Is Jenni alright?" because she was sitting in the back seat. I don't remember receiving an answer, but based on the fact that panic didn't ensue, I'm assuming that she wasn't hit. At this point, I think I may have continued driving away from the scene, while firing a couple rounds out my driver's side window back in the direction of the angry clown guy that fired at us. That's about all I can really recall about the dream... that I can describe in words, that is.
