Dream after dream after dream.

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I tried to hold onto a few.  They just slip through the fingers so quickly.  The one I remember was, playing an agent in a muslim bar, as the music guy.  Apparently I was merely on standby, to be used to gather information, spot specific targets, plant bugs, or even meet and help extricate people getting out with information... basically a backup jack-of-all-trades.  Funny, I was playing more my style of music, that I play here.  Over time, I learned how to get the men to want to dance, the women to dance, and the men and women to want to dance at the same time.  I used it to alter moods, depending on the crowd and to pacify.  I became quite good at it.  All of the dream was one night, however, but I realized how well people could be controlled with a different beat and style.

On this night, there was a particular woman, with peculiar earrings, who caught my attention as I seemed to have caught hers.  Toward the end of the night, I played a series of songs meant to get both the men and women to dance, but at a slower tempo.  And I watched her dance.  Yeah, I liked her, but no more than any other, I thought to myself.  Especially considering where I was.  Remember, upper tier muslims are very Westernized and into debauchery.  They play the righteousness card while living in the devil's den.  As we were closing shop for the night, this dame came over and we had a nightcap while talking.  Her earrings!  They had Hebrew writing on them.  They were half-circle bands, that went through her lobe on what would be the axis.  Silver, with Hebrew lettering.  I couldn't believe she would dare to wear those there!  I suspected that they were... sort of unique earrings... the lettering only visible to some.  But, too, I knew she wasn't what I had thought.  The dream stopped there.  Whatever.  I know that love between agents is fast, furious, sometimes lethal anyway, and usually ends in tragedy.  Still, it's that way because life is very short in those circles anyway.  Live and die or live, love, and then die.  Your choice.

I woke, several times last night, speaking a tongue I do not know.  I don't even have an idea of what the language is, let alone if it is real.  I tried to repeat some of the last words I remember hearing while waking and... well... I don't have the tongue for it, not awake.  Damned furriners can't speak English at all!  I wouldn't even know how to find a language that sounds like that.  And that is assuming it is real... or... known.  Crazy dreams all night long.

Well... best be about something.  Perhaps even another nap.  Just a short one.  No reason to go to town until I'm going to town for dinner.  I can get cat food and litter on the way back.  Doing laundry would be nice but that... probably just isn't going to happen.  Oh, but I better feed the girls something.  Those little natives have lost all patience and are on the warpath.  Sharp little claws, let me tell you!  *poke, poke poke*  Gah!  They are what woke me up.  Just slow to wake and not quite ready.  So...