first post, last dream

last night i dreamt up a character while dreaming- Siskel Lebowitz, a Jewish furniture mogul. i decided, in my dream, that i would start a discount furniture store/outlet. it would be big, an old five or six story brick abandoned building. whatever, but every floor would have furniture on it. just stuff other stores couldn't sell. it would be almost a flea market type atmosphere. well, somehow i decided it best to protect my identity--my true identity, so i invented Siskel Lebowitz a furniture mogul, immigrant from Poland. then, people would respect my shrewd ways and i'd be mysterious to boot. always hiding in my office, behind a cloak of secrecy. the only way through to me was by phone. this was going to my best business venture to date. as i dreamt of being a wealthy furniture salesman, i thought more and more about who Siskel really was. how did he get to orange county california and why furniture and now. i had to start rumors to make Siskel real to my associates. from here all i am is making things up, not really in the dream, because dreams are never as vivid once awakened. so things get blurry right about here...Siskel is a great businessman, wise and creative in the ways of furniture sales and acquiring merchandise at incredibly low prices. he has a beautiful accent in his direct, almost german disciplined manner. maybe Siskel is german? I'm dreaming new dreams now. I'm going to the mall to buy shoes-- there is a sale. I find these really great shoes. Ugly as anything. Lime-green laces, baby blue body, three quarter top, made from some polyester plastic shiny stuff, but man are they comfortable and cheap too! I'm walking around the store trying out the new shoes, when i hear an old woman mention the name Siskel. I say, i must be dreaming and i was all night long. i couldn't believe my ears when i spurted out "Siskel Lebowitz?" the old lady turned to me and said yes, yes indeed that is who she is speaking of, the furniture mogul. and i, in complete joy, said that i grew up with Siskel. or rather he lived my neighborhood and she looked at me in complete disbelief or I her too. because i couldn't believe that a character i made up in a previous dream actually existed, and that i still continued to fabricate lies about the man, even though i was back to me and not a furniture mogul. "I remember when Siskel would yell at us kids, 'you kids, stop making so much noise', shaking his fist at us." I just smiled. I really believed it, but I don't think she did. then, walking into the mall, with a very young attractive woman wearing gold jewelry with a fur, was Siskel. the old woman pointed to him, "there he is, i told you he was coming here and look at that lady on his arm, ooooh." i'm in complete shock. there is this old man in his upper eighties just escorting this gold digger and it was Siskel, the furniture mogul. I just made this guy up a few hours ago in a dream, and now here he is in the flesh, in another dream. wow! maybe i didn't make it all up or dream it up. Siskel Lebowitz, polish immigrant, furniture mogul, sex machine!