Cookie-Potato Chip Sandwiches

 Last night, I had a dream where I was hanging out with a friend in her McMansion. I don't know the friend's name -- she was just someone conjured up by my twisted subconsciousness -- but let's call her Izzy. She had blck hair cut in the style of a 1920's flapper. We were sitting in a couch in this big-ass living room with a high vaulted ceiling, when we heard strange sounds coming from the kitchen.

We went into the kitchen and found Izzy's brother, a tall, slim man with black wavy hair, sitting at the table with a bag of Pepperidge Farm Milano cookies and a bag of cheese-flavored potato chips. He was taking aprt the cookies, putting bits of potato chips between them, and the putting them back together, creating cookie-potato chip sandwiches. I sampled one, and to be frank, it didn't taste very good.

Kitchen Window Thief

 In this dream, I was visiting a touristy Western-theme town (maybe the same town as this dream of singing cowboys). I was strolling by a bar and grill in a low wooden building, when i decided to take a shortcut through an alley between tthe bar and another building to a park located behind the buildings. This wooden sidewalk ran down the alley, and there was a long row of old-school multi-pane windows down the bar's side. As I walked down the wooden sidewal, I kept peeking into the windows. The first three looked into the bar's main room with a group of college girls sitting at a round table, playing a drinking game. The next window looked into a small manager's office. The rest of the windows opened into the kitchen at the back. One window was open and I could smell something good baking. The kitchen appeared to be empty. There was a table under the open window with a bunch of brown paper grocery bags on it. I peeked into the bags, which appeared to be filled with styrofoam boxes, paper and the like. I had no idea what the bags were for, but on an impulse, and since there weren't anyone in the kitchen, I decided to lean in and grab one of the bags. I ran off to the park with the bag, and once I was there, I peeked into the bag. It turns there wasn't any food in it except for a single dinner roll. Just empty boxes, paper plates and plastic silverware. So much for my career as a thief. :-)

Shiny New Taxi Cabs

 A bit of backstory before I describe this particular dream -- in mid-1990's, I lived in Boulder, Colorado, at an apartment hear Baseline Road and the highway 36. On the other side of the highway from my apartment is a rather large shopping center with a Safeway grocery store, restaurants, services and various stores, such as Michaels the craft store. I haven't been to Boulder for several years due to logistics (namely that it's a little far from Houston, Texas.)

In this dream, I'd returned to Boulder though I'm not sure if it's for visiting or to live. I decided to visit the Michaels store at the shopping center, and strolled there. Unfortunately, it turned out that Michaels store, , was gone. Instead, in its place was a snazzy storefront car dealer that specielized in nothing but brand-new taxi cabs. We're talking about the old-school yellow king with strips of black and yellow checks running along the sides and round corners. The kind that you'd see in Yew York City decades ago. Several of these cars were displayed inside the store under bright lights, and even one rotated slowly on a big turntable. I have no idea who would buy one of these things. Maybe someone pursuing a serious career in Uber or Lyft.

Note: after the dream, I looked up this Michaels store -- it was indeed gone from the center, having moved northward to a different area of Boulder. No idea what is in there now.

Borrowed Blue Shoes

 I seem to have so many dreams about amusement parks and roller coasters,

 even though i never worked at one. I do have a soft spot for amusement parks. Heck, this blog is named after one of these dreams. But, I won't waste time analyzing why in this particular post.

Singing Cowboys on a Track in a Tourist Trap Restaurant

Once I had a dream about what must be the oddest restaurant concept ever. I was visiting a touristy "ghost town" set in the mountains somewhere, and went into a big restaurant for lunch, that served BBQ or something that fit the Western theme. It was divided into several dining rooms, done in old-timey style. However, all the rooms were very tall, 2-story tall, for a specific. 

Creepy Stuffed Bears

One night I had a dream that seemed to be inspired by Dean Koontz novels. The dream involved stuffed bears that were alive and had human intelligence. They all looked like normal plush bears with plush "fur" varying from white to brown. Many of them wore little red knit ski caps.

Johnny Weir, Skater Turned Badass Hairstylist and Detective

Recently, I had a kind of funny dream about Johnny Weir, a free-spirit figure skater who had United States Figuring Skating officials tearing their hair out in his competition days. I have been a fan of his skating, and was sometimes frustrated that he had a lot of ups and downs and didn't quite reach his full potential. These days, he's a TV commentator for figure skating and other events.