Tuesday, December 24, 2019

growths on my head dream

dream from this morning:

i was living in some flophouse above some hotel. i tried to run my fingers through my hair and realized i just had a massive scar on the side of my skull from brain surgery.
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i went to scratch my forehead and there was a big growth on the side, the size and shape of a small lightbulb. i decided i needed to see a doctor, even though i had no insurance. i walked down to the hotel and asked if anyone else had noticed this growth on my head. a few said they did but didn't want to mention it or the others. i reached around the back of my head and there was another growth sticking out the back. this one was like a big carrot.
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i decided the best way to cheaply go to the hospital was to call the cops. while i am freaking out about growths on my head, a lady cop shows up and tells me to put on the handcuffs and follow her. she gets in her car and takes off. she meant follow her car with my old beat up car. as i get in to follow her, feel another growth on the top left of my head, this one looks like a cut sausage. i get on the highway and it's rush hour in los angeles. i find another growth on the top of my head as i realize i lost the cop entirely.
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finally i wake up

Monday, December 2, 2019

breakdown at the big music fest

dream:

the band is at a big music festival. after some time hanging out with friends and waiting to play, two of the guys are spitting mad. they're saying i wrote disparaging things about them. i ask for proof and somehow a postcard turns up. "it's not even in my handwriting!" i say, but they're not convinced. the postcard said something about not "needing" the band in barely legible script. the guys won't drop it so eventually i get upset, threatening to pack up my shit and go home, just quit the band forever. the argument goes on for a long time. we miss our set up time and although we decide to play, we've pushed past the official start time. our set up takes even longer than normal and the crowd is getting bored. we finally blast through a song with a ton of mistakes because everyone is pissed. we play another and then everyone walks offstage. i'm yelling into the mic. nobody cares. then i woke up.

Monday, November 25, 2019

cartel marriage - bigfoot kidnapping - red hot bum

dream:

i am in an alternate timeline, somehow dealing with a cartel in mexico. one of the bosses introduces me to his 19 year old daughter (who looks like camila cabello) and eventually i find out i'm supposed to marry her so she can become a US citizen. it's awkward because of the language barrier but also the age difference. i go along because, if i don't, they'll probably kill me.

some time later we're living in a big house with multiple sides of her family. there was a ceremony, but i don't remember it. at this point the girl refuses to be in the same room with me. in the beginning she would hold my hand and hang out. now her family is disappointed that she is repulsed by me and i don't even know what to do. at one point she screams she would stay in the house (away from me) but would never "pay any bills!" her brother takes me aside and tells me about an opportunity to teach music theory online, which i assume is a money laundering scheme.

that afternoon jason rich and i go out into the country to shoot a drone video. we spend an inordinate amount of time getting the perfect shots. finally it starts to get dark. we jump in a light brown van and drive down these old country roads. i start to get goosebumps. something seems to jump out of the treeline on the right side of the road. it looks like a gorilla? maybe bigfoot? we stop the van to take a second look and are kidnapped at gunpoint.

now we're driving to who knows where, but we're sure we're going to die. it's dark and the road is bumpy. after a long drive, we come to a stop. we're shoved out of the van and handed over to members of the family cartel. i can't tell if this is a second kidnapping or a prisoner swap.

they untie us and tell us we can go. uncle fezzy is there in his brown van and we jump in with him. some bum walks up to the van wearing a red beanie and asks for change. fezzy says he doesn't have any but the bum spies little boxes of red hots all over the dash. he reaches through the window as we start to pull away. he has a handful of red hots and m&ms and is screaming while hanging off the side of the van. fezzy swerves multiple times until the bum falls off.

then i woke up.

Monday, September 16, 2019

disaster all around dream

insane dream from this morning:

we were on a plane, bound for home. the plane was idling on the runway. the weather was overcast. as soon as the wheels were off the ground i looked out the window to my left. a massive shipping container fell from the sky into a construction tower. the other passengers all screamed. suddenly another plane flew past the window with a shipping container embedded in its wing. the plane had a thick trail of black smoke billowing from behind as it dipped forward and crashed somewhere out of sight.

i thought we in the middle of an earthquake, but that we should be fine since we were already airborne. then our plane started to lose altitude. everyone was panicking. our pilot tried to bring the plane down on a highway, but the buildings were too close together. we came down on the side of a building and some power lines, balanced precariously. in the distance i could see the highway ahead. on one side of it was the ocean, and there were people, cars and other objects along the path. without warning, a mess of power lines or cables were being dragged by some object i couldn't see, and they moved forward with a blinding speed, ripping everything in their path off the road ahead and into the water.

our plane slid down on to the highway and the pilot told everyone he was going to take off using it as the runway. we started to pick up speed and i saw more objects being thrown off the road in the distance. i told my wife to unbuckle her seat belt. she asked me why and i said "no time!" as i unbuckled it for her. the plane instantly was ripped in half by a huge metal cable as it sped along the roadway. we were jettisoned high into the air. i don't remember how or where we landed.

now we're running. there are emergency vehicles everywhere. army vehicles. the emergency crews are unloading people off the plane on stretchers. some people are less injured and are helping others. i am trying to find the front of the plane so i can grab my backpack. i run up and ask some army guys. one of them points to a wrinkled hunk of smoking metal.

we end up in a nearby building trying to find help. part of the building was a hospital with lots of staircases. nurses and patients moving quickly after the disaster. as we're discussing how to get a rental car, i can feel the building shake. screams are heard from all directions. a powerful earthquake shakes the building and it starts to crack the walls and ceilings. i don't know which way to run. then i wake up.




the end?










Tuesday, August 13, 2019

lost car, parakeets, or mind?

dream:

it's dark outside. i'm at some business. i can't tell if it's a cat shelter or a goodwill type of store or what, but there is a big parking lot that wraps around the entire building. my car (named "Miles") is parked out front. after leaving the business i am back out front, looking for Miles. there is a different car in the spot where i parked. i am walking and walking and can't find it. i'm assuming i left the doors unlocked somehow and someone took it.

after what seems like an eternity, someone yells and points towards the nearby interstate. "hey!" there is a black car off in a ditch with the blinkers on. Miles! i bring the car back to the parking lot and go back inside. i'm recounting the story about how someone had taken my car with the people inside. i finally go to leave and the car is gone again. i am walking around the parking lot again with the key fob pressing the alarm button. nothing. this also goes on for an eternity. eventually i look down and realize i have a key fob i don't recognize, for someone else's car.

at last, my wife shows up. at this point i need to get home to feed the pets. i know we have cats and birds but i can't remember if i have parakeets at home, or if i have fed them. i feel like i need to get home to make sure they're ok. my wife informs me that i can't leave. that i have to stay here now for an undetermined amount of time. she basically doesn't believe me about the car being missing or the parakeets being at home. it occurs to me that i have something wrong with my mind and i am unable to think or speak properly. the rest of the dream drags on with me searching the parking lot forever until i finally wake up.

the end?
















Saturday, April 20, 2019

pothole turned canyon - musuem - mom on the staircase

dream this morning:

i came back after last night's show. we were living in an apartment with our friend pam. it was on the third floor of a big white house. it was really late and everyone was asleep. i decided to get in the car and drive.

the sun came up. i was heading down an unfamiliar street. the area generally looked like an older industrial zone with wide open lots mixed with old brick factories. i see a pothole in the road and hope to avoid hitting it. as i get closer it looks like the pothole is at least 5 or 6 feet deep. i can see bits of wood and brick in layers in the pothole. my heart rate jumped as i narrowly avoided hitting it. i stop the car 30 feet away and backed up, looking into my rearview camera. the pothole is even bigger now. i get out to take a photo. as i walk around the car the pothole is now an endless canyon off to one side of the road. i see it goes down probably 60 feet. there is a river down below. i see a wooden staircase leading down on the opposite side from where the car sits. i walk halfway down these stairs to a landing. i can see the road above, and what look like ancient roman arches, bricks and wood structures below. this goes off to my left along the river as far as the eye can see. i'm trying to frame the image in my iphone for the photo when suddenly some woman in a red checkered dress is yelling at me.

"you can't take pictures here"
"why not? this is a public space"
"no, it's private property and no pictures are allowed"
"yeah, not really. piss off."

now i can feel people watching me argue with this woman. there are some up along the road and some behind me. when i turn around i'm at the edge of a wide property. there is huge museum about 100 feet away. there is a large concrete courtyard full of people. it's designed with many diagonal lines and some recessed areas with steps. the front of the museum is bright white with unusual, angled windows. suddenly matt stokes is there. we decide to go into the museum, because even though we both were aware of it for years, neither of us have been inside. the tickets cost $25 or maybe $28. i don't want to pay that much but i buy one anyway.

at some point i try to tell someone at the information desk about the woman in the red checkered dress. i tell them she was rude. they ask who it was. i see a red checkered dress and a woman with her back to me behind the counter. i point to her, then she turns around. it turned out to be a completely different woman in a red checkered dress.

then it occurs to me that i should wake my wife and have her come along. she's not answering my texts or phone calls. i go back to the ticket person in the middle of the courtyard. he's wearing white shorts and a white sweater and he looks kind of like ted mcginley from 'married with children'. his hair is all feathered 80s style. i ask him if i have to enter the museum now or if i can just come back later. he asks if i still have my ticket and receipt. i reach in my pockets and pull out both. each one has a nifty little catchphrase printed on it, but i can't remember either one. it was something like "every day above ground is a good day" or "life is what you make it". the ticket and receipt are time stamped and say 4pm. which makes me even more confused because i thought we bought them at 4am. i guess by this point it's more like 8pm.

i told matt i was going to wait to hear from my wife. i'm pretty sure he goes into the museum. a bit later on i'm in my car again. i'm trying to park in the museum parking lot. i see my mom. she is there with a walker and she's following two older ladies. they say they have a parking pass, so i can park in the garage for free. i park the car and follow them to a secret museum entrance. there is a wrought iron spiral staircase, painted bright blue, with a section missing about 10 feet up. the older ladies go up the staircase. when they get to the broken section, they jump up and grab part of the upper stair railing. essentially they do a pull up to get to the next section. i look at my mom and even though she's not very strong she's still going to try to jump it. i climb up the side of the stairs and jump. i grab the upper railing right as she makes a leap for it. she misses but i grab her around the waist. i don't really have a good grip and she starts to slip down out of my grasp. instead she flips upside down. now i'm holding her legs against me as her arms are pointed down towards the concrete floor. i lower her down so she doesn't fall. some people come running to help. i jump down and help her sit up. she says something like "maybe today wasn't a great day for the museum." she says she wants to hit the restrooms before we leave. then she stops at a machine and buys some toilet paper. i assume we have to pay extra for a bathroom ticket. my wife never returns my text or phone call.

then i woke up.







Friday, January 11, 2019

worst music fest kickoff ever

dream from this morning:

there was some kind of music festival. the kickoff event was to be held in a large theater. matt bacon was one of the organizers. i put together a band with a handful of friends and we were supposed to get up and play a Poison song once every hour, with multiple bands playing their one song each until the following hour.

when i arrived for load in, the stage in the theater was obscured behind what looked like a massive house with no roof. there were rooms full of furniture and lighting rigs above the entire construction. turns out it was a reconstruction of a reality show set. the reality show was planning to shoot a bunch of reality tv during the fest.

some of the bands showed up and decided they weren't playing, the rest heard the details and didn't come. chad said he had somewhere to be at 10pm and left. matt bacon blamed the choreographer. the hourly repeating Poison song was supposed to start at 3pm. by 6pm not one single person had walked through the doors for the kickoff event. eventually a few guys got up and played the same RATT song over and over. finally i gave up and left.

the end?