Those of you who know me know that I hate nothing more than when someone decides to give you the full details on a dream they had the night before. It always ends up just being a random assortment of people, places, and things, and the person telling the dream story always expects you to be so interested in this very strange dream they had. These days, I can't even pull myself to feign interest in these drab stories, so usually once the person is done telling the story I'll muster up some sort of grunting noise and go back to what I was doing. That being said, let me tell you about this dream I had last night...
I was at a show at this very small club on top of a hill, hanging out with my favorite Canadian band Propagandhi. I didn't recognize any of the guys in the band (because they had an all-new lineup...I was disappointed that the guy from The Weakerthans wasn't in the band anymore, but his replacement was very friendly). I then had to use the restroom, but there was no restroom at the club. I had to get in my car and drive through the snow back to my house (which obviously wasn't my house). Once I got there, I went to open the bathroom door, but right before I did I noticed that the door was slightly cracked and I heard someone in there. I waited outside the door, heard a flush, and who comes walking out? None other than Angela Lansbury (of Murder She Wrote!)
If someone can try to explain to me what this dream means, I'd really appreciate it. I bet Dr. Melfi could. I'd also like to give a shout out to the guys in my band for turning the heat completely off in the middle of the night so that I could wake up multiple times because of the cold. If it wasn't for that, I probably wouldn't have remembered this monumental dream.
I'm gonna go get a shower and go to Chicago now.