Two relevant dreams to relate this morning.

In the first, I was in the world of Boston Legal. I was Denny Crane (William Shatner) and I was hanging out with Alan Shore (James Spader). We were in a montage of the two of us acting wacky in different costumes, i.e. naval uniforms, cheerleader outfits, etc.

In the last scene, the only one of any length, I was hunched over, snapping my fingers, and moving through an office hallway while wearing a black leather jacket and singing “When You’re a Jet” from West Side Story. Alan Shore was watching me suspiciously, only to finally join in halfheartedly. After he did so, I berated him for not committing himself to it. “Don’t ham it up, play it for real,” I growled at him. At least that’s what I scribbled down on my notepad that I’d said, when I woke immediately after that, humming the song.

In the second dream, I was being visited by the late John Buscema, the Marvel Comics artist probably best known for his work on Silver Surfer and Conan the Barbarian. He and his wife were staying overnight with us, though not in my current real-life house, one more like my previous house in Maryland, since we were chatting in a wood-paneled finished basement. And yet, when I was coming up with things we could all do that day, I suggested a trip to the Charles Town Racetrack, which is near where I live now.

John said that he wasn’t into horse racing, so I kept tossing out other possibilities. (Whether he was or wasn’t in real life, I have no idea, though there were plenty of OTB fanatics in the Marvel Bullpen, Mike Esposito among them.) As we talked, I was very conscious of not pulling out my collection of original artwork to show him, because I didn’t want him thinking that I was indirectly trying to get him to give me artwork. I woke with us still trying to figure out how to spend the afternoon.

No idea where either of these dreams came from, though I do watch Boston Legal and did know John Buscema (though not well enough that he ever visited my home).