I guess polar bears play basketball now...

I don't know why I didn't do this before, but I've decided to start posting about my dreams that involve 'the beast'.

I had the following dream last night. My allergies kept me up most of the night (stupid mountain cedar) and for some reason I kept looking out the window waiting for the rain we're supposed to get, but at some point around 2 AM I managed to fall asleep.

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The first thing I remember from the dream was being in a packed basketball arena (San Antonio Spurs vs. some other team in white jerseys). I was sitting next to Bobby up in the nosebleed section - you know, the seats where you can reach up and touch the ceiling. Bobby was giving his best impression of a rock, as usual, silent, motionless, and cold.

The crowd was going nuts as the other team in white got a fast break. The entire arena boomed with the sound of cheering, air horns, and whistling as a huge guy from the team in white dunked the ball into the hoop, the entire backboard shattering and as even the metal fixtures holding the goal fell in a heap of twisted metal rods and wires on the floor. At the sight of the destruction, the whole crowd fell silent with fear. The big guy in the white jersey stood over the carnage as the other players on the court backed away from him. Some of the wires from the shot clock sparked and started a small fire in the rubble.

That's when I noticed that it wasn't a man in the white uniform, but a beast, THE BEAST, the polar bear I so often see in my dreams. He was wearing typical basketball shorts and a jersey that said, 'End' on the front and the number 100 on the back. He stood, slightly slumped with his massive front paws tensed like he was about to attack someone. No one in the arena moved. No one made a sound. The polar bear reached down and picked up the basketball, gripped it firmly in one paw until it exploded with an atomic bomb-like wave of sound.

As he started toward the tunnel to exit the arena, there was a percussive BOOM in one of the upper decks of seating. I looked over and saw a ball of fire from an explosion, people suddenly running and screaming. That's when I woke up.

Finally...

It seems like it's been forever, but I finally got around to posting a new piece to my music blog, Apollyon. I've learned a little trick from Chopin when it comes to naming pieces...Can't think of a name? Just call it a Prelude. It always seems to fit the piece no matter what it sounds like. : )

I appreciate those of you who follow that blog as well as this one. I consider it a little more personal since I express myself more easily through my music than through words. It takes a while to put the arrangements together, hence the long breaks between postings, but it's always worth it to hear the final product.

Also, many of you may recall a series of happenings in my life that led to the recent publication of a book (I don't know if you'd call it my book, but it is based on certain aspects of my life). I won't go into the complicated series of events that led to its manifestation, but do know that my continued blogging is an extension of the book. You can learn more about it here.

Once again to all my readers and followers............................Happy New Year!

And, as always, guard your thoughts. They are listening...