I’ve been having the strangest dreams lately. What does it say about me that the night before last I had a dream featuring Mick Jagger, Iggy Pop, and three incarnations of David Bowie? David Bowie I get, sure, since I have a bit of a history with him, but Iggy Pop and Mick Jagger? My exposure to Iggy Pop consists of only a few episodes of “The Adventures of Pete & Pete”, and as for Mick Jagger, I rather dislike the man. So why is it that I lived with those two in a mystical old forest, and whilst walking through said forest I was introduced to the three Bowies?

    Thankfully last night I got pancakes after a sleepless night, and those pancakes led to a lovely dream where I found a long lost Uncle in Scotland with a home bigger than Balmoral and a car collection to make any girl happy. His BMW collection was so extensive that he had a garage the size of a dealership to house them. Just don’t get me started on the Ferraris or I’ll have a raging tantrum of bright green jealousy. Of course, his one conceivable fault was that the highlight of his collection was a gullwing Mercerdes. Sure, it’s one of the few Mercedes I would actually like to own, but personally I think the vintage BMW 507 would be much more exciting and highlight-worthy. I didn’t complain, though, since I got to drool over all the cars and then the nice old man taught me to play chess.

    So I guess the dreams aren’t all bad. I just wish my subconscious would continue to give me cars instead of beat up old rockers. 🙂