Am I Dreaming?

I have a lot of dreams which range from being really disturbing to downright hilarious. The other night I had one that was really funny.

I dreamt that I was an inmate in a mental hospital. There was nothing particularly wrong with me, aside from the fact that I was crazy. In the ward where I was residing was a rather large common room. It was full of several large couches Occupied by my fellow crazy people. I walked into the room and looked around. Everybody was just sitting there, talking quietly or staring blankly at the walls. In one corner a tiny little guitar was leaning up against a couch. I saw myself too. I looked similar to how I do now, but I was wearing a knit hat very low over my eyes and a pretty cool rock star look going on.

I crossed the room, picked up the little guitar and strummed a G chord. Ever so softly and smoothly I sung out, "Would you dance if I asked you to dance? Would you run and never look back?" Suddenly I had the attention of all my fellow residents. Empty heads started nodding to the rhythm, absent minded voices chimed in, and all of the empty eyes were turned onto me. Suddenly I burst passionately into the chorus, "I can be your hero baby!" I was jumping all ofer the room, striking my rock star stance, and playing with so much feeling that it would make Enrique look reserved and half dead. Everyone in the room was swaying with the music, singing the lyrics as if they were the last words they would ever say.