dax's dreamscape

On Christmas day I had a dream that my family and I went back in time to 1979 and were innkeepers at some hotel...we had to keep our life in the future a secret from others, while working with the secret service to prepare the hotel for a visit from President Carter and his family...

Dax's Dreamscape

Last night I had a dream that I had to walk through some European, Middle Ages-era town and sprinkle water on every person and animal I saw. I was holding a bucket of water--at least, I guess it was water--and by sprinkling some drops on each person/animal I would change them from evil to good.

When I got to the town square there was a big oak tree in the center...embedded in the trunk of the tree was a fuse box. I opened the door to the box...each fuse switch was labeled with a different sin...Envy, Pride, etc. I checked each switch to see if any had been tripped, but they hadn't.

Inside the box, below the switches, were two books--one was an old book that seemed to be about demons...it was in Latin, and full of lots of cool engravings. The other book was a biography of Dio, entitled--I think--"The Life and Times of Ronnie James Dio".

Then I woke up.

An Old Dream

Dax's Dreamscape

Today I dreamed that Tony Danza shot me in the leg.


I have to say this is one of those kinds of dreams that defies analysis. Though I suppose if I were to choose an 80's sitcom star to wound me it would be Tony Danza...I imagine he'd be very apologetic about it afterwards, say "Whoa" a lot, and probably get into some crazy mixed-up shenanigans while trying to take me to the hospital.