Friday, June 7, 2013

mitt romney van halen christmas presents pool party & more

my dreams have been getting very annoying lately. this morning's gem: 

i was at a pool party for mitt romney. we congratulated him for some unknown reason (not being president?) and someone brought in a massive box of christmas presents sent to him by his 'fans'. we got to open them (in case they blew up). later there was a concert in the backyard by van halen (no hagar or wolfie) and they were using these elevated light poles that had little seats on them. out of nowhere, a local cover band, angry they didn't get the pool party gig, showed up one by one, naked, and took the stage. i was videotaping the crowd to get their reactions and refused to turn around. someone said the lead guitarist was 'excited'. people were pointing. out of the corner of my eye, i saw eddie van halen come down from the light pole tower to fight him and his boner. the end?

yesterday's dream was very upsetting:

chad had inherited an entire warehouse of vinyl records. there were rows and rows in there, with shelves 12 feet high filled with LPs, old and new. for some reason, when he got the news he new there were too many records for him to keep them all, so he decided to share them. (yeah, right) at that moment, a guy i don't really care for (we'll call him moochy) came up next to where i happened to be standing, and chad said we both would share the records with him. then we're in the warehouse, chad is gleefully calling people to let them know, and i'm stuck in there with moochy. moochy tells me he's taking 3/4 of the area and insists that is fair. i protest and can't believe that i am stuck in the situation with such a bum. so moochy goes down the rows to look for his favorite underground releases and i start grabbing records and moving them to my 1/4 of the space. i stumbled on a sabbath LP boxed set, but there were two of them, so i left one for him. the entire time i am cursing moochy and his moochy ways and grumbling about this shitty situation. the end?

monday's dream is already slipping from memory, here's what i emailed myself about it using my phone:

Drunk driving after going thru garage full of cool stuff, figures maps print etc

We went to this party where always people were in this house was
dilapidated and need to fix up the house a was crazy stuccoed walls, with
deep incision in them, weird floors and hanging out it was like a
tennis castle weirdness

Some sort them were money-laundering gone and I remember another connection
to the crime show the can't remember here Rachel's house

the dreams i had in costa rica were also weird, as usual. i wrote some of them down:

one dream i was in my childhood home, in the garage, and the Today Show's Savannah Guthrie was crying, wanted to get back together. i had to convince her she had the wrong guy, as i was married and she is engaged.

another dream really freaked me out. all i can remember was i was talking to a person and they shapeshifted into a different person *but were really the same person*. as i got over my shock they shapeshifted into a different person, a tv newscaster and instead of talking to them, i was merely watching them on tv. i woke up feeling pretty confused and upset.

another dream was inspired by the hot & humid conditions. i was trying to sleep in a tent cabin and was sweating so bad i had to flip from side to side over and over. the dream flowed out of that, each time i flipped over i was doing the opposite side of a mexican businessman's accounting ledger. one side was making money, the other was losing money. it seemed to go on forever (and i hate math).

by far the weirdest dream i had in costa rica involved me joining a black metal band. the band was a tribute band, because some other black metal band had been stabbed to death by a different black metal band. all the band names were full of consonants, like GGRRKKIK and AKKIRRRK. i remember watching one band's video and it was pretty gnarly, with dirt and mud mixed into their silver corpsepaint *a nod to ace frehley?*. anyway, the two bands were on tour and someone insulted someone else over loving satan and then they stabbed them all to death. the tribute band featured myself and glenn danzig on vocals. i don't think we ever actually did a show cause i finally woke up. 

the end?


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