Pieces of a Comeback

I was with my friend Randy C (who I saw yesterday for the first time in a long time) and I guess we were selling his old junk that I had helped him go through to the dump. While we were there I found an old electric guitar, red colored, that had a cool sixties kinda roundish body with a speaker in it. It played and sounded cool. In the end I was counting the money, pulled out a big wad of cash and handed it to Randy to count. I dug around for a while and came up with I think about $13.

I remember thinking it was strange that Randy just put the money in his pocket like that was his cut (for some reason I feel like he had only about $36). I asked him what was doing with the money and he said 'well you got that guitar, right?'. I thought, ya, I guess I did, and we called it even.

While I was writing this I remembered pieces of some other dreams from last night. In one I think I was selling books. I remember a huge counter in shape of three sides of a square, like a square U. I remember huge lines, like a back up of people, but can't be sure if it was outside in a parking lot or indoors.

I also remember very vaguely a part involving Dion (who I received an email from yesterday after not having talked for a few weeks) and us needing to open a bank account for some money or move money from one band to another, or maybe just close out an account. I can't remember why we had this account though, or what exactly we were doing.

During the dream with the guitar I just started to be aware of myself in the dream near the end. I think I could have stayed in it longer if it weren't time to get the kids up for school. It's another season of not getting much sleep.

Ugh. Sleepiness vs Enthusiasm. Sleepiness winning.

Dreaming like crazy. Just too tired to get up and write before I forget. Disappointed in myself but I have to be functional in my day to day life before I can commit to fun in my dreams.