Another weird dream last night . I was walking around with the actor Bill Murray in what looked like Los Angeles covered in orange glowing flames.The same color coal turns when they are nice and lit. Bill and I were walking along the 405 freeway looking out on all the buildings and hillsides on fire. People had abandoned their cars on the road so it was just Bill and I walking on the freeway . It reminded me of that movie “I am Legend” but everything was on fire.
At one point I looked over and saw the silhouette of a child hugging his mother. I remember I started tearing up but not sure exactly why. Bill Murray was looking at me like “ What is wrong with him?” He tried to be nice about it but I could tell he thought I was a softy.
This dream was significant because I never remember my dreams nor do I dream about Bill Murray ever.
I went to lunch with a couple friends from work the other week. A couple people from a music house treated us. They ordered oysters and shrimp for the table and then informed us they did not want any so my friends and I went to work on some delicious oysters and a big ass shrimp cocktail . The horseradish was fresh and stung the nostrils. I put too much on the first time and thought I’d learn for the next time but instead I kept piling on sinus clearing horseradish. We had a great lunch and convinced people I taught a spinning class in my free time. I had a burger . It tickled my taste buds.
On our way out of the restaurant a bus boy stopped me and smiled. I thought it was odd but was like maybe he is just a friendly dude. He looked at me and smiled “you work near here..I know you..” I replied “ Hmm kind of near here “. I had remembered that I was working in that area a while back and maybe he had recognized me from then. With a smile on his face he said “ You know Nacho...” It wasn’t a question but a statement. “ Ignacio....You’re Ignacio’s friend.”
I wasn’t sure who Ignacio was but I was friends with a small Mexican man named Nacho a few years back when I worked in a small restaurant. He spoke of his days as a musician in Mexico. He was a very nice man. Quite small and round like a bowling ball. I told him I played music too and he would ask if I wanted to jam with him sometime. I never did but always thought I should have just done it for the hell of it. I am pretty sure it wasn't the same Nacho that the bus boy was referring to and I didn't really feel like going into the kitchen to check because I am not even sure what I would do if it was the same Nacho. But somewhere in the back of my mind I imagined it was the same Nacho and that our short friendship was pleasantly memorable to him.
