Tonight I'm Gonna Have Myself A Real Good Time

I've been up for a while now, having risen early to work on my thesis. But I was also troubled by a dream I had this morning. In this dream, I am in Venice, Italy hanging out. Jerry Orbach is there, protected by a large number of Italian S.W.A.T. team members in a safe house. Someone kills him, and all the men protecting him, and for some reason I am tasked with tracking down the perpetrator. I find him rather quickly, because it is a dream. He's in the midst of eliminating all the evidence of his crime. He's standing on a small boat, somehow pushing a Maserati into the canal. Yeah, he has his Maserati on the boat, which is about as big as a canoe, and he's picking up this sports car and dumping it into the water. It makes no sense, but whatever. My partner and I grab a boat and row out to him. Oh yeah, I have a partner from the Venice police department in this dream. Next, the murderer throws his bloadsoaked coat into the water. Lastly, he drops his pistol into the water, only I manage to catch it first. I tell him that he will confess and stand trial for his crimes. He runs, I shoot him in the foot. He keeps running, I keep chasing him. I'm out of bullets, so I pick up a nice bottle of port from a table at a café as we run past. I get closer to him, and I start whacking his head with the bottle. It is the sickest feeling I have ever known. And I can't stop. I know this is a dream now, but I can't shake it off. And I see myself, in third person, striking this man over and over with this bottle that never breaks. He's staggering but won't go down. So, I grab his head and start bashing it into a large rock, right on the corner. For some reason there's a blank television screen right in front of him, so I can see the reflection of my handiwork as his skull goes from "perfectly intact" to "broken eggshell." Thankfully, that was the end of the dream. Any thoughts?

In less disturbing news, I'll be performing tonight at Othello's in Norman. It's a comedy open mic, the very first that Othello's has had. If it goes well, it could become a weekly thing. You might even see some of the better comics being picked to provide entertainment on more popular nights, and being paid to do it, too. I really hope this goes well. It starts up at 9:30, but I'd get there a bit early to sign up and go over the ground rules. I'm so excited, I might actually smile today. I hope to see all my 405-ers out there tonight.

In the meantime, I shall fill my day with thesis, work, and hummus.