Al Jarreau and Paris Hilton

Dream 1

I am flying over a pleasant landscape with some other people.  No reason for this is evident to me, I often am flying in my dreams sometimes on my own accord in lucid dreams other times like this just flying for no good reason.  I see Al Jarreau around 30 yards away from me above me.  I slowly move up to chat with him.  He is surprised for some reason that I know who he is.  We start chatting about what he hates people doing in the audience.  I say that I grew up in Atlantic City and that he would often be in town and that I would let as many people know that I know not to do any of those things.  He laughs as does his assistant.  Later I find that I am supposed to interview him.  I walk into the room to see him and he is back lit dramatically dressed in a cool neon colored suit and stylish hat reading a book that about some history like aztec history or something like that.

Dream 2
I am a tour guide of sorts but it appears in a setting of a place that is like a medical convention.  Paris Hilton is apparently there to be punished of sorts.  I have to show her around.  One of her friends is a beautiful asian woman that I am seated with that appears to be very familiar to me.   I ask her if we have dated or know each other some way.  I finally remember and say that she is a friend of my friend Peter though in real life I do not know her.  She surprises me when she says that she wanted to date me a while ago but I said that I didn't date models.  I said to her that I don't remember this and then think I must have been crazy to say this as she is gorgeous.  She then shows me her guidelines for dating.  It is in a folder and she has written out the guidelines, for example she only dates Jewish men and Black men.  It is several pages of plans with all kinds of contingencies and looks more like a contract.  She is crazy beautiful but crazy and am happy when Paris returns.  I lead the tour group around which includes many women who haven't had the ability to travel.  We have to stop for a lecture of sorts and it is by the beach.  I am happy when I see that they are excited to see that there is a group of guys playing volleyball that are flirting with them through the window.  I am sorry that they didn't have this much fun earlier.  I leave them and go to the hospital.  I am in an ICU, it has a remarkable view of whatever city I am in.  I waiting for something , I think a pizza or something.  There was a big car crash and a lot of the people being moved in are young girls.  I am saddened and it makes me remember how lucky I am to be healthy and that I must ever be vigilant not to take things for granted.  The people I know that are with me there leave and not knowing anyone I walk out, there is a team of residents discussing care, I think I know them but do not and then head to a lecture because I am late.  I wake up.

Incidentally :  I will record things now that occur the following day as this often happens.  Today an Irish patient of mine talked about growing up on a farm and how the chickens were so cute, and that not that they use hormones etc the chickens are ugly (last nights dream included a remarkably ugly chicken).  Just a coincidence perhaps but I will start recording these things that appear to be coincidences as it happens more often than not.