Dream Log: 6-25 into 6-26
Last night I dreamt about… being on vacation?! Say it isn’t so. I was in a big, strange city, with friends of mine I rarely get to see, and a few people from work. One of said rarely seen friends was trying vigorously to put the moves on me, or at least grope me. It wasn’t terribly exciting, just sort of awkward. Then a sassy foreign man and his friend got my attention in the street and I was whisked away (okay more like walked) to an exciting, exotic… bowling alley! The architecture was about five times as grand as what you’d expect. No beer and stale carnival atmosphere here. No, there were big dividers between lanes, and everything was a gleaming, modern, minimalist black and white. Before I even got a ball that I could heft picked out, someone pulled the plug on some small item (some light or noise emitting thing that was getting to be irritating) and the power went out in the whole place, so we all bolted.
Next I knew I was stumbling along outside of some manner of Charlie Brown theme park, area, ride, what-have-you. I walked on outside of a larger themepark area and sat down on a bench under the stars and stared at a book fluttering into the wind and began to cry for the end of innocence, the end of cartoons with merit, the end of art that is genuine, the end of a lot of things. I don’t now remember exactly what I said. Some friends encountered me and I sucked it up grudgingly as they gently suggested that perhaps I should go get some rest. Thinking that I was too worked up myself, I obliged.
I returned to what was ostensibly my hotel room, which was really more like two double-bed rooms separated by a curtain (but my side got the window so ha). There seemed to be a lot of detritus as I went to close the curtain, and discovered some strange girl throwing up in the unenclosed toilet just around the corner. I politely stepped away from the scene without closing the curtain all the way.
At some point shortly thereafter the girl was in our room with a regular guitar… and an inflatable bass (with a hole in the plastic somewhere). There was a bit of playing with those. I don’t remember much about it though.
I don’t remember anything of my dreams from earlier this morning other than:
“Why should I pay imperialist dues on music I’ve listened to for free for years?”
Unfortunately the rest was lost because I woke up to the cat being a HUGE JERK. Waking up irritated like that is a really easy way for me to forget things.
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