I’m continuing making an effort to remember my dreams when I wake up in the morning. Last night, I had a real doozy. I was going to a heavy metal show, and even though the band seemed to be called “QB” I knew it was, in fact, the late 80s group “Dangerous Toys.” At one point, I was walking to the theater (which was oddly enough in a strip mall) where the band was going to be playing, and I looked down an alleyway. A long-haired, heavy metal ruffian was attacking a young woman. I yelled something at him, and he looked up, and started coming at me with a 9 inch machete. Somehow, I evaded him, and then walked into the theater, though constantly worried that he would find me.

I’m not sure what Jung would say about that. Did they even have heavy metal back then?