I didn't realize what thread I was on...I was about to play against chess grandmaster Jan-Krzysztof Duda in a world champion title match. I was nervous to play against someone so vastly better than me but I was keen on revising the few openings that I know, like Queen’s Gambit, Sicilian, Ruy Lopez, so that maybe, just maybe luck would be on my side and I could win.
Sounds like this could become the lyrics to a Steve Harris song.I dreamt I was a soldier (wish that part was a dream ) and I was shot and killed in war, but the I became a ghost and tormented the person that shot me. Then there were a lot of pixelated ghosts that did the same thing.
OK then -- a Gers/Harris song.And there was also a Ferris Wheel somewhere in there...
Maybe it was a vision of the future and the album isn´t released yet.I dreamed that I went to the record store and bought an album by a punk band named The Filth. It was their debut album, entitled Meet The Filth. The album was so clear in my mind, it stuck around when the rest of the dream floated into the memory hole. I was sure it had to be real. I've searched through the tubes and can't find it. I think I dreamed up the greatest album that never existed.