I dreamed and dreamed and dreamed

    Fortunately for you, I'm not writing this at 7 in the morning, so I forgot most of them. But I had amazingly detailed, crazily interconnected dreams. The start was one that was somewhat like the John D. MacDonald I'm currently reading (The Brass Cupcake from 1950). That is about an ex-cop pretty much falling into a Hammett situation. The dream was about a city employee whistleblower type wanting to write a book about it, except sometimes he was more like MacDonald's ex-cop. I was helping him write it.
    Then suddenly I was living in a hotel with my brother William. He was making endless steak fajita strips and they were very good. Then I was wandering the hotel and they had a computer game store carrying many many games which I either made up in previous dreams or my brain was telling me that it was a recurring dream. In other words, I have periodic dreams about computer or Nintendo games which I believe I remember fondly, then when I wake up I realize that they didn't actually exist. They may always be the same or more likely I just make up new ones every time.
    Then I wandered and found this bar casino arcade filled totally with black people. I thought it surprising, but very very cool. I was worried only about cigarettes, but there were none.
    THEN we were hanging out with Green Day, only they were Rancid. The hotel was somewhere in South Carolina, possibly Rock Hill, possibly Greenville, possibly both. Green Day and or Rancid were supposed to be in Copenhagen at the time according to a calendar on the wall. They were playing and I liked the bass playing (which is why they were Rancid) but at the same time their newest tracks were playing. I guess in real life big band was playing on the stereo, but what I was hearing sounded reasonably like Green Day only with horns added. I noted that in the studio, everything probably seems like a good idea.
    THEN I woke up about 6 and felt totally well-rested. I didn't even need particularly to go to the bathroom but did anyway. I wasn't expecting to fall asleep again but did and dreamed that I had a vast variety of toys, two of everything, and was giving away the extras, especially the three-foot long scale model of the Concorde. What does it all mean? I have no idea. But I've been strangely gleeful all day. You just have to give away your extra SST models, I guess.