Oh! The dreams I've been having!
So detailed, it's almost as if it's actually happening. I had a dream last night that I saw David Byrne play in a Japanese Restaurant, he had a new band and a new lineup, but suddenly announced his retirement from music and sealed that contract by cutting off his left hand.
Later on in the dream I walked up to where he was setting and I started talking to him. I told him about how in fourth grade I saw Stop Making Sense and ever since then, I looked up to him as a kind of role model. It was he who shaped my young artistic mind into what it is now. I told him how my friends tell me that I dance like him, especially when I am roller skating. (I was told that it looks like I am doing the involuntary David Byrne dance.)
He laughed really hard and did a little dance, tossing about his messy gray hair. He gave me a shiny red paper bag and in it was his left hand, a table napkin, 200.00 dollars in U.S. Currency and Three grand in Casino chips. Later on I found out that he really didn't cut off his left hand, which lead to the question...
Whose hand did I have?