Rob and The Prophetic Dream

That title either sounds like an Afterschool Special produced in Canada starring Kristy McNichol ...

or ...

A Christian Musical that travels the country seeking to convert the pagans.

Hey Guys ... Steve here ....

As Linda will attest to ... I have vivid dreams that usually translate to my unconscious mind screaming at me about some buried emotion that needs to break free and run wild with the other kids in the schoolyard.

I usually call Linda and tell her these dreams ... which will most certainly either horrify her or make her become intrigued and help me understand them.

The dream I had last night?

It actually kinda scared me because of what happened a millisecond after the dream.

Okay ... lemme break it down for ya ...

For some strange reason, I was dreaming about the television show Heroes. Most of you know about this show. It's about a group of seemingly ordinary folks that develop super powers and then run around acting all serious about it. Good show. Like it lots.

So for me, the dream starts with a group of Heroes that aren't on the show, but they vaguely remind me of The After Party crew.

Not sure if I was watching the show or was actually in the room with these people.

Dreams are like that.

There were three "Heroes" .... two women and one man.

They were all in a bar .. and there was a pregnant woman sitting in a booth just a few feet from them.

Now, for some reason, a beam of light shot out from some unnamed location and had connected all three of the people in a triangle of light.

The tension in the scene was building, music swelled, then one of the people directed the beam of light towards the pregnant woman sitting in the booth.

Then the scene shifted.

I was in my house and I felt a sudden urge from my left arm to reach out for something. My left arm was leading me to something, but I didn't know what it was.

Then I was startled out of my dream ... from what?

My phone was ringing!

My phone was ringing ... AT 2:30 PM IN THE MORNING!

Who could it be?

IT WAS ROB!!!

Rob is one of the members of The After Party ... if ya don't know.

Okay, I remained calm ... mainly because I was half-asleep and kinda concerned that my dream lead right to this phone call.

So why was Rob calling me?

A horrifying thought crossed my mind that this might be a drunk dial.

Dear Lord, can I deal with a drunk dial from Rob at 2:30am in the morning after a freaky dream?

So WHY was Rob calling me at this ungodly hour?

Here's what went down ....

ROB
Hey Steve man! How can people listen to

The After Party archives?

(Okay, I'm not mad .. I should be mad .. because I've told him this about 70 times already ... so I'll just answer him and make him go away)

STEVE

Go to the tab on the website called

LISTEN and click that.

ROB

Okay, hold on!

(Okay Rob, I'll hold on ... at 2:30am in the morning .. I'll hold on while you do that)

ROB

Okay, so I just click that, right?

STEVE

Yes Rob, you just click that.

(I waited ... wondering why and how he's calling me .. wondering if he's drunk ... wondering why my dreams betrayed me and this wasn't a drunken redheaded babe calling me for a booty call)

ROB

Okay! Got it! I might have some sponsors!

I'll call ya back!

(Okay .. NOW I was horrifed!)

STEVE

DON'T CALL ME BACK!

ROB

Why? You got a babe?

STEVE

Rob. It's 2:30am in the morning.

ROB

It's 2:30am in the morning?

STEVE

I'm sleeping.

ROB

Oh .. okay. Seeya.

(hangs up)

... okay .. let's take a moment.

Lets breath in ... cleansing breath ... in positive healing energy .. out negative must kill all that oppose me energy.

... and release.

I got out of bed, a little freaked that I woke up, in the middle of a dream about my hand being led by some unknown force to pick something up ... right into a real life nightmare of talking to Rob on the phone in the wee hours of the morning.

But it gets weirder.

I don't know if this was sense memory or if it was actually happening but ...

... I smelled metal burning.

Why was I smelling burning metal?

Did Rob's early morning phone call make me so mad that I melted the hand receiver of my phone?

Was the psychic energy generated by my dream featuring beams of light somehow cross over into the real world?

Was somebody in my house cooking tin foil?

I looked around my apartment, checked all of the outlets, just to make sure that my place wasn't gonna burn down and I'd be trapped out by the curb watching firemen attempt to save the joint.

Nothin'.

Everything was fine.

Maybe I should go back to sleep? Maybe I should go find Rob and buy him a watch? Maybe I should just calm down .. yeah .. that's gonna happen.

Well .. it actually did.

I hit the sheets, turned on the television to occupy my mind, and drifted off to "non-weird-dream" sleep.

... and here we are.

So you guys figure this out.

What does it mean that I had a dream about three "Heroes" connected by a beam of light shooting forth at a pregnant woman sitting in a booth at a bar lead to me in my home being led by an unseen force in my left arm to pick something up transitioning to the real world and receiving a 2:30am phone call from Rob asking about how to listen to archives of The After Party so he can find sponsors?

I gotta get some sleep.