Dreams from January 25, 2010:

I went to Denny’s in the morning to make a reservation for 7:00pm. I was told that the last table was just reserved by The Who. Disappointed, I jokingly told the hostess that that shouldn’t matter because I was a member of the Rolling Stones. She believed me and said there would be a table ready. When I showed up that night with some family and friends, Denny’s told The Who they had to leave and give us their table because the Rolling Stones were much better. Needless to say, they were mad, especially the one who know I wasn’t in the Rolling Stones. I apologized, but still took their table. Afterwards, the food was disgusting and the service was awful – the waitress even said she was doing a bad job. Then I mercifully woke up.

01/25/2010

I am in a bad area in the city of Chicago on my way to school. I notice a friend of mine standing very cautiously at a strange abandoned intersection. I walk towards him and a man with a knife jumps out and attacks me. My friend is gone. I wrestle the attacker to the ground and the knife gets away from him. He tells me how easily he could go grab the knife and finish me even though he is trying to grab it and I'm restraining him. I then kick him off of me and when he bends over to pick up the knife I kick him square in the face and he falls back to the ground. He turns over to crawl over to the knife, so I kick him in the side of the face again and again until he stops moving...