^ Wish I would have dreams like that. I very rarely remember my dreams; but just had one so thought I'd post about it.
I took a quick nap a short while ago, due to a headache (it's gone now thanks to Advil). Had a really vivid dream where I was in the Hotel Chelsea, carrying documents with me for signature by some well-known eccentric composer. I'd forgotten what room he was in and had to search various rooms in the hotel. Ran into various tenants as I knocked on doors (can't remember any of them, except for a woman who was supposed to be Yoko Ono's mother!). Finally, I knocked on the composer's door and encountered an elderly man with white hair, very strange and aggressive (there was a vague recollection that he was supposed to be a "difficult client"). He suddenly went into a tirade and pulled me onto the floor and began assaulting me. That's where the dream ended, but his brute strength was so vivid - I could actually *feel* his attack physically in the dream.
Glad I woke up.
