Human Rights At Night

Our subconscious is a powerful and telling thing. When we dream it usually has to do with something that is troubling us, that we are fixated on, or that is locked in our memory.

Which brings me to the dream that I had last night.

The troubling thing about the dream that I had last night is that it did not fit into any of the previously mentioned categories. For example…

It wasn’t a night terror – though, depending on your taste in music, one could ultimately argue that it was.

It wasn’t a dream based on past memories – and if it was, then, at some point in my life, I was abducted by aliens with extremely bad taste in music.

It wasn’t a dream that focused on anything that I am currently fixated on – unless Sara Jean Underwood happens to be a huge Night Ranger fan.

In my dream last night I traveled to far off lands, saw amazing and beautiful things, swam in the clearest and warmest of waters, stood on the highest of mountains, and walked through lush forests teeming with life. And through it all; the spice filled air of far distant bazaar’s, the lazy main streets of small towns wrapped in spring, was fucking Sister Christian by Night Ranger playing again and again and again and again and again in my head. It was like I was trapped on the chain swings at Playland in 1984 and they wouldn’t let me off.

Obviously, and I will not deny it, this morning I considered taking my own life. The reason? Because for all I know I could find myself in some fantastic paradise in my dreams tomorrow night only have November Rain trapped inside of my head like two ferrets shoved down the pants of some poor sap whose willy has been lathered with honey. And if that happens, God knows where it will end. For all I know, I could spend the rest of my life dreaming of the most beautiful things only to have Against All Odds stuck in my head like an ice pick. And seriously, who wouldn’t want to knock themselves off faced with that possibility?