I Have a Dream (Two, in Fact)!

As I've mentioned before, I have fairly vivid dreams, and when I try to explain them to people, they always think I've kept some of my anti-malaria pills from my trip to Africa. I actually attribute these dreams to my mother, as she also tends to have...well, I'd define them less as "dreams" and more as "visions."

Anyhoo, I've had a nice little stream of dreams in the past few days. I think I'll spend a little bit of time discussing them. The reason I'm doing such is because I'd like to make a request regarding the first one, and the second one...well, after witnessing the second one, I have somewhat of a demand to make.

Dream 1 (The Request)
For some reason, I have a recurring theme of being a counselor of some sort. I would attribute this to my being an RA, but I've had them for years and years, way before I even came to Cal. Usually, my charge is in some unusual place, such as an alligator-infested Disneyland, or a giant insane asylum slowly moving on tank treads through the desert. Well, in this dream, I was a counselor in some sort of 1980s Sci-Fi movie future where we ride around on hover-scooter-things. And that's basically all we did. In fact, the entirety of my counseling/crime fighting involved my chasing some crook on a hover scooter until he fell off (presumably to his death; we were in the stratosphere at the time).

But that's not important. What's important is what happened at the end of the dream. Near the end, I walk into a giant warehouse of sorts, where I see members of my family watching a video. To my surprise, it's a workout video with my pregnant sister as the host (in case you're wondering, nobody was exercising; they were just sitting on the couch eating chips). In the workout video was music playing; it seemed to be a parody of a song I recognized.
Me: "What song is that supposed to be?"
My Sister: "Oh, it's White Hot."
Me: "White Hot?"
My Sister: "Yeah, you know: 'White hot! Calling from the pavement..."
Me: "Oh, yeah, I know that song."

And then I woke up. Here's the thing: I don't know that song. According to Google, no such lyrics exist. In fact, the only song with the title "White Hot" is by Tom Cochrane, and it ain't even close. The more I thought about it though, the more nonsensical the lyrics became. Then I thought to myself, "Wait, I think the actual lyrics (at least, lyrics that make more sense) are 'Wipeout, falling to the pavement...'" Unfortunately, that didn't find anything either. Now, I don't want another 10-year dream mystery on my hands, so I'm going to reach out to the Intertubes to see if anyone know the answers to which I seek.

So, here's the best information I can give. It's a rock song, and it sounds like it could be from the 80s or 90s. And all I know from it is a single piece from the chorus. It's near impossible for me to describe the tune online (not being a composer and all), so I'm just going to try the half-hearted solution of vocalizing the tune. And yes, I realize it is a horrid half-hearted rendition. Please keep in mind that I was recording these at 1am, when I wasn't able to be loud and "rocker-like". I'm an okay singer, but for more flowing songs (a good example would be the song "I'd Like to Teach the World to Sing"). So don't judge my American Idol prospects from these pieces. The first is just my "whammy-bar" rendition of the song, while the second is an incredibly lame attempt at my (apparently made-up) vocals, though it rapidly degrades into nothing more than a series of "doot-doos".

So, if you can tell from that piddly amount of information what song I dreamt about, I would be somewhat in your debt. Why am I so sure that it's not a song from my actual imagination? Well, let's just say that the last time I thought I "dream-composed" a song, I found out a year and a half later that it was the theme song from The Patriot. So my record in that sense isn't too great.

Dream 2 (The Demand)
I usually don't wake up in fright in the middle of the night, but this time I did. It wasn't a nightmare, but rather a scary image. In my dream, I was just awakening from my sleep, and when I looked in the mirror, I say that my goatee had been crudely cut off. That gave me such a start that I immediately woke up and felt my chin.

Funny, perhaps, but it's actually a real fear of mine that someone, as some sick idea of a prank, may cut off my goatee while I sleep. And I think if they did, I would go mad. And no, I don't think that's over-reacting. I may have to lose my goatee some day, but that's completely different from having it taken away from you. My goatee took me about 8 months to get to its current length and density. I don't think the ladies would enjoy it if someone cut off their long, luxurious hair while they slept. It's a violation of a person, and cutting off my goatee would be a violation of me.

In short, my demand is this: don't cut off my goatee while I sleep. It would not be a good situation for anyone.

Um, sweet dreams!