Three nights ago I had two very strange, different dreams.

In the first I was hanging out in this dim, very large and empty nightclub. It was a high-rise nightclub; in fact, I think I could see Times Square through the windows from where I was sitting. Across from me was Kenny Rogers. He was dressed in black, kind of like Johnny Cash. Kenny & I were just hanging out, talking. I think he was telling me about his life, his history but it wasn’t like a confession or anything. We were just two people hanging out and talking. In the dream I knew he was famous and everything but at the same time he just seemed like an ordinary guy. I think we were both drinking whiskey & coke. I wasn’t really saying much, just listening. I almost told him that I saw his record of “(Just Dropped In) To See What Condition My Condition Was In” at the Brown Elephant, but I didn’t.

The other dream happened later in the night. I was with this other guy, older, kind of looked like a Gold Rush prospector. We were sitting at a checkered tablecloth. The guy was slicing open a human foot that he’d just cut off of this other guy, who was asleep on a bench nearby. He sliced off a bit and chewed on it. Then he took another slice and as he did, the guy on the bench woke up and started looking around. I was terrified, not because of the sliced-open foot on the table but because the guy had woken up.

I was sort of jolted out of the dream and woke up. But as soon as I was awake and realized it was only a dream, I wasn’t afraid. Even so it still took a long time for me to go back to sleep.