ZMA crazy dreams: Geddy Lee, movies, resumes and black bears
One of the few supplements I take is ZMA (I like Now ZMA Capsules). ZMA is a natural synergistic mineral blend containing Zinc, Magnisum Aspartate and vitamin B6. Many people don’t get enough Zinc and Magnisum in their diets (source); athletes, in particular, are often found deficient due to loss through perspiration.
In 2014 I wrote a fairly detailed article on ZMA, so I won’t duplicate that information here. In that article I discussed some studies that have been done on ZMA, and the claimed benefits of the supplement. Give it a read if you’re interested in learning more.
One of the things that I like about ZMA is I tend to sleep very soundly when I’m taking it, and I often have very vivid dreams. Last night was one of those nights…
In my dream I was hanging out with my friend Hector, and Geddy Lee of Rush. Not the 2016 Geddy, the 1970s Geddy.
We were at Casa de Lee, which was surprisingly modest considering Geddy’s wealth. We were sitting around watching a comedy called “Sleepover 2”, which doesn’t exit in real life. As it turns out, there actually is a movie called “Sleepover” (I checked this morning), but I’d never seen or heard of it until today.
While we were watching the movie I handed Geddy a copy of my resume, apparently hopeful that Rush was in need of a network administrator(!?) Geddy gave the resume a quick glance, and then we all went outside.
Geddy’s house had no lawn, just large mounds of dirt. It stuck out like a sore thumb in a sea of neatly manicured landscapes surrounding the other homes.
The next thing I knew I was approaching my house, which was actually an apartment. I saw about a half-dozen black bears, and one of them started walking towards me. I was really far away from the bear, and so I was not feeling anxious as I punched in my access code on the electronic door lock. Suddenly I felt the bear’s breath on my neck! I remember thinking, “How the hell did he get here so quickly?!” It was just like this scene from Holy Grail:
Somehow I managed to get inside and lock the door. The black bear morphed into some sort of raging, bloodthirsty mega-grizzly, and tore down the door. He then proceeded to destroy pretty much everything in my apartment.
Because this was my dream, one would think I’d defeat the bear with nothing more than a plastic spork–perhaps even with a couple of weak-kneed super models nearby, swooning over my strength and cunning. Yeah, no. I cowered in a dark closet with nothing to defend myself. Certain that I was about to die, I was shaking like a leaf as the bear closed in on me. Suddenly Geddy Lee came into the room, walked past the bear like it wasn’t even there, handed me my resume and said that “…he’d be in touch.”
At this point Buckley stretched his legs, and I woke up with one of his front paws in my mouth.