This Week's Weird Dream

(My dreams tend to run into one another through the night, so there was likely something before this part.)

I was DJ-ing at a downtown Dallas nightclub. Dimly lit, with a small dance floor and a lot of tables. I was playing Eighties music, and couldn't fin the record I wanted. So, I put on "(Keep Feeling) Fascination" by the Human League, and went out to my car. The manager (generic club guy) told me not to go out there, because there was a race riot brewing. I pish-poshed him, and went out.

My car was parked three blocks away. As I walked to it, I saw crowds gathering at each intersection, blocking traffic and screaming at each other. I got to my car (the white Mitsubishi Mirage that I used to drive), and started looking around in the back seat for a record.

This girl and her friends, who say they love my stuff, ask me for something free. All I have are some beads, which I have draped around the headrest of the driver's seat. I tell her, coyly, "C'mon, you know how that works." She sighs, and flashes me. She's fairly small-chested, and isn't embarrassed by it. I give her the beads, she smiles, and her friends leave.

I don't find the record I want, and head back to the bar, stopping first in another tavern along the way. I need a drink, if I'm going to finish out this night. The bartender hands me a 16-ounce tallboy of some kind of domestic beer, and I guzzle it down. As I'm getting ready to leave, the bouncer from my club comes to get me. "That song's been over for ten minutes, dude. Let's go."

I get back, and there's a crowd waiting by the dance floor. Silent. Glaring. They didn't say it, but I knew they needed to hear something to reduce whatever tension was brewing on the streets outside.

I put on "Thank Ewe (Falettin' Me Be Mice Elf)" by Sly & the Family Stone. This makes most of the people happy, and some of them start dancing. But one older white guy comes up and starts bitching at me. "When are you going to play the real music? You know, good rock and roll, not this jungle bunny stuff? Traitor."

I don't know what happens next because at this point, Edison starts yelling at me to get up.