No more Depeche Mode posts for now, I promise

[melcreada]

Why is it I have such elaborate, freaky dreams after I have been drinking? And why do I remember them at all? Last night, Roberta and I went bar hopping and ended up downtown. Which is a great place to be on a Saturday night, when it is cool but not cold and you are almost tipsy but not quite  and music and people are spilling out onto the street  from all the clubs and bars and restaurants and the noise is both pleasant and comforting.

Afterwards, I came home and fell into yet another funky dream. We were in the future, in a very sterile, surgical environment. Very clean and empty. The government in power was a dictatorship and they controlled everything and everyone down to the way we dressed and behaved. The most common form of punishment for minor infractions was the cutting off of one or both hands, depending on what you actually did. So, although I didn't see too many other people in my dream, I can imagine almost everyone...didn't have hands.

The dream kicks into high gear when the secret police appear at my door to take me in for some sort of minor violation. Before leaving the house, they tell me to remove my rings, watch, and bracelet. Chilling. After that, the dream degenerates into a meandering maze of me trying to talk my way out of the punishment in the police offices. Scary and somewhat silly. I mean what the Hell does this society do with so many citizens running around without hands?

*cough*

I think I will take a nice, long bath today - Big Blue or Karma? Hmmm.