I haven't been remembering my dreams lately, which makes me sad; sometimes I think it's because I'm not getting enough sleep, or not taking my vitamins like I should, but mostly I think it's because I just have a lot of stuff on my mind, and my life is pretty stressful right now, and when I wake up in the night, my mind immediately turns to worrying about something or other rather than thinking about what I was dreaming, and by the time I remember to try to think about my dreams, they're gone.

Which is why it was so cool this morning to wake up and remember a long, convoluted, if odd, dream.

I dreamed about Fish, the singer/songwriter who used to be with the band Marillion. In the dream, he had a new album coming out and was going to be doing an in-store appearance at Streetside, and I wanted to be sure not to miss it.

So I stopped at Streetside on the way to work (and actually there is a record store almost right across the street from work, although I think it's a Music Exchange--Streetside is a block or so down), thinking that I would ask someone what time the appearance was.

The store was crowded; there was a long line of people in front of the counter, so I thought I'd just browse through the CDs while I was waiting. I was flipping through the Fish CDs, and couldn't find the new one, then realized that, oh! it wasn't coming out until tonight, so it wouldn't be there anyway.

I interrupted the guy at the counter and asked him what time the appearance was, and he said it was at 6:00, so I headed off for work, and suddenly realized that it was 9:30--I'd spent longer than I'd thought at the record store, and I was late.

In order to shave a few minutes off the trip, rather than go in the front door of the building, I decided to go over the roof . . . not a good decision, as it turned out. The roof (which in real life is made of convex terra cotta tiles) was made of concave metal scales, like fish scales (!), slippery and scary. Someone came out to help me, but I was afraid I was going to fall off. Somehow I managed to get off the roof, though, and went to work.

The dream got less interesting after that, and involved getting lost a couple of times, not being able to find the exit doors, and being late to the event, but I eventually got there and everything was fine.

The interesting part came after I woke up.

Dreaming about Fish got me to thinking about him, and thinking that I hadn't heard or read anything about him for awhile, and so I went looking for his website.

And at the website I found out that he was in the U.S., having arrived on Tuesday, and was doing a show in Los Angeles with Paul Young, another singer that I've always been a fan of.

Obviously, I'm not going to fly to Los Angeles for the weekend, but I just thought it was a funny coincidence, if it was a coincidence. Things like that always make me wonder if I'm not a little bit psychic. (Here's where Bob says, "If you're psychic, why don't you put it to work picking some lottery numbers??")

I got kind of interested in looking at the websites, and remembering the music, and thought I might stop at Best Buy or someplace on the way home to look at albums, but I worked until 7:00, and I was too tired to stop. Maybe I'll do it over the weekend.

I did stop at the grocery store, though, and bought an armful of fortified juice drinks, thinking that might help me weather the storm, and the stress, a little, and I've been trying to remember to take my vitamins in the morning. I got up in the middle of the afternoon and took a walk around the block, and that helped, too.