"Have you any dreams you'd like to sell"

Okay so last night I had a dream about Aaron Saylor of all people. I don't remember why he was there or what we were doing, all I know is that he was wearing a really loud suit, and I remember thinking, "dude, you're Aaron Saylor, what the fuck are you doing in a suit?"

Night before I dreampt my mother and I walked down to Lincoln Center and when we got there I started to feel this very sharp pain in my feet. I looked down and saw a little blossom of blood on my left sock. I pulled it down a little and saw a small wound had openned up. I just assumed I'd rubbed a blister. But mom made me take both my shoes off and when I did we saw that both of my socks were soaked in blood. I pulled them off and saw numerous cuts had appeared on my feet. The paramedics were summoned, they came and cleaned my wounds and bandaged my feet up. And suddenly I wasn't with my mother anymore, I was with Karisha, and she was nice enough to run into a nearby clothing store and buy me a new pair of socks to wear home. They were thin ankle socks like the ones mom bought for me while I was in the hospital.

Who'd like to begin the analysis?