Another crazy dream with another scary ending. This time I was hanging out in NYC with Jay Bones and Kirsten and all of a sudden Jerry Orbach (R.I.P.) from Law and Order comes over to me and he's all drunk and stumbling. Apparently, he wanted me to hail a cab and take him to his apartment which was on the corner of 5th and 0, which I know is an impossible coordinate now, but in the dream I found it on a map and was totally cool with it. Then, as I'm trying to hail a cab he demands to go to the movies after I drop him off. This didn't sit too well with me because I was with my buddies and I didn't want to cart a drunken Jerry Orbach around the city all day. Anyways, that never happened because a cab never came around. Since there were no cabs on the main thoroughfare, drunken Jerry decides to go down this alley to look for one. Naturally, I followed. Then this black street thug dude comes out and all of a sudden I'm drunk and stumbling around! I didn't even drink! So anyways, now I'm stumbling and can't walk and I'm like the perfect target because I can't get away and stuff. I finally shut one eye and sorta try to hop away. Didn't work. I was trying to stable myself on a chain-link fence but eventually I had to just slump down and try to keep him from taking my jacket. Then, someone opens the door on the apartment bordering the alley and it's my buddy Silberman's mom! Thank the lord! I slurred a pathetic 'Help!' and she goes to get the phone but first she's fumbling with the lock on the door trying to lock it but she can't. Meanwhile, fuckin' Orbach is nowhere to be found. Then I woke up.

Phoenix, you have never watched Law & Order...
I would have totally pegged you as a L & O fan. Funny dream Ryan, just what I needed this morning.

No Mariska in this dream?
Dude, I had a crazily morbid dream about being captured by a serial killer that wanted to remove the skin from my face and (this is wierd) fax it to my friends and family. Now I can't blog my dream 'cause it just seems so feigned. -that's one of those words that doesn't follow the 'i before e' rule.
Yeah, I woke up like 2 minutes before my alarm clock went off and that was right when the mugger was starting to get frustrated. I wrote it down right after I woke up.
Weird how dreams seem 'normal' when you're in them but when you wake up you're like 'what the fuck was that?!?'