My Dreams Are Scary Enough...

M.C. Escher was quoted as saying 'I don't need drugs, my dreams are scary enough'. I don't take drugs, but does Nyquil count? What follows is a no-BS, swear-to-God dream that I had last night:

I was standing on stage at the Prairie Home Companion with Garrison Keillor and William Shatner. We were doing a live number on stage and I was waiting for my turn to sing to come up. Bill S. was singing while simultaneously working a tricep-pulldown weight machine. His microphone was balanced on top of the weight stack...the fact that it was moving up and down didn't seem to be a problem. I was worried, as the song progressed - that he would only be doing two sets of tricep exercises, since I normally do three. Seemed like the audience was doing well - I was waiting for my turn to sing to come up.

I haven't the slightest idea why I would have this dream. I'm not a fan of the Prairie Home Companion, couldn't sit through the movie they made about it. I'm not a fan of Garrison Keillor, either. I'm sure Freud would have something to say about it, but thankfully, he's dead and as yet does not enter my dreams to provide a diagnosis in progress.