Dream A Little Dream Of Me

Dreams, they can be quite strange, can't they? I dream quite often. Usually they are just strange replays of my days or something I'm stressing about. I have a nightmare every so often. You know the kind where they are so scary and real, you wake up and just can't seem to get back to sleep. I love it when zombies appear in my dreams. I don't consider those nightmares. I usually have a pretty good time in my zombie dreams as I don't seem to be appetizing to the zombies no matter how often I offer my arm for them to feast on.

Occasionally I even have a special guest appearance by some famous person. Last time Joel Madden and his fiancee, Nicole Richie were visiting the area I had a dream about all of us hanging out here in his hometown. We chatted about the baby and life here in the 'Dorf (As Gary likes to call it).

The other night Adam Levine (the lead singer from Maroon 5) showed up. I was in an airport terminal and was thirsty. I went over to the nearest bar. The bartender came over and just happened to be Adam Levine. Because that makes perfect sense. I suppose he needed extra money or something. Sales from his latest album must not be so good.

Anyway, he asks me what I want and I tell him I want a glass of water. He pours me a water, puts it down in front of me along with a five dollar bill, a nickel and a canadian dime. I look up at him quizically. Why would he be giving me money when I was the one that ordered? He explains, "I was going to buy you a drink, but since you just asked for water, and that's free, here's the money for the drink I wanted to buy you."

Instead of saying thank you and going on my way I pointed out that he gave me a Canadian dime. I can't use a Canadian dime. I tell him I want an American dime. I'm one of those people that if the cashier accidentally gives me a foreign coin in my change I just keep it. I can't seem to pass it back off. I've tried once or twice, but the cashier always notices. And that's embarrassing. I've even tried to return a foreign coin after getting a few steps from the cashier only to have them insist there is no way they would've given me a foreign coin.

I woke up after telling him I wanted a new dime. Don't know whether he would've given me one. At least I speak my mind in my dreams. In real life, not so much.