Pub Sigs "Straight Arrow" BSU Quad Bash 8.25.95
a random collection of whatever from beyond the cosmic horizon; the psychic adventures of a rambling, gambling, heavy metal beatnik.
Monday, February 14, 2022
Wednesday, February 9, 2022
double dream: old jams on the news, birdy field trip bird swap
i had a couple weird dreams back to back this morning:
in the first, i was in an unfinished basement watching the WTHR 5pm news. mom and dad were upstairs. anne marie tiernon mentioned someone found an old box in the attic of a muncie home containing some lost cassettes. she and scott swan proceeded to read aloud all the names of the old jam tapes the pub sigs made while we were at ball state. some of them i didn't recognize, but she did say "monapipu" "improviliminal" and "tingle". scott swan even misread one with a medical procedure, something like "boy, we haven't done an appendectomy in a while". they had a cardboard box on the desk and were pulling them out one by one. i shouted for mom as they started and she hit a button on the vcr to record it. they were acting like it was a the world's biggest discovery and i was sitting there in shock. after they finished i stopped the vcr and rewound the tape, but realized the tape was already recording when she hit record again, which actually stopped the recording as they started reading the titles. stan sollars suddenly was there and i explained to him that someone must have left all their vintage pub sigs recordings behind when they left college. it was very strange.
in the second dream, i was sitting at a park bench relating a story to josh hart about my wife taking the birds to a bird store on a field trip. they had just returned and there was a commotion in the bird room. i noticed mango wouldn't go into her cage, because there was another mango already in it. turns out my wife had accidentally brought a 2nd sun conure home, not realizing she left rosie the quaker behind. so naturally i put on a pair of red sweatpants and white sneakers (with no shirt) and took the new sun conure in my hand. i got to the bird store, trying to suck in my no-shirt wearing gut, and explained what happened to the owner. she was skeptical at first, but i think she wanted me and my gut out of there. i found rosie and brought her home.
the end??
in the first, i was in an unfinished basement watching the WTHR 5pm news. mom and dad were upstairs. anne marie tiernon mentioned someone found an old box in the attic of a muncie home containing some lost cassettes. she and scott swan proceeded to read aloud all the names of the old jam tapes the pub sigs made while we were at ball state. some of them i didn't recognize, but she did say "monapipu" "improviliminal" and "tingle". scott swan even misread one with a medical procedure, something like "boy, we haven't done an appendectomy in a while". they had a cardboard box on the desk and were pulling them out one by one. i shouted for mom as they started and she hit a button on the vcr to record it. they were acting like it was a the world's biggest discovery and i was sitting there in shock. after they finished i stopped the vcr and rewound the tape, but realized the tape was already recording when she hit record again, which actually stopped the recording as they started reading the titles. stan sollars suddenly was there and i explained to him that someone must have left all their vintage pub sigs recordings behind when they left college. it was very strange.
in the second dream, i was sitting at a park bench relating a story to josh hart about my wife taking the birds to a bird store on a field trip. they had just returned and there was a commotion in the bird room. i noticed mango wouldn't go into her cage, because there was another mango already in it. turns out my wife had accidentally brought a 2nd sun conure home, not realizing she left rosie the quaker behind. so naturally i put on a pair of red sweatpants and white sneakers (with no shirt) and took the new sun conure in my hand. i got to the bird store, trying to suck in my no-shirt wearing gut, and explained what happened to the owner. she was skeptical at first, but i think she wanted me and my gut out of there. i found rosie and brought her home.
the end??
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