sucked into criminal hillbilly family

dreams:

two mornings ago, i dreamed that i ended up joining a hockey team. yesterday i dreamed i became an assistant for the band KISS.

this morning, i had a dream that i was working for some murderous hillbillies. we were in some garage made of corrugated metal. the garage was on a large property that was a commune for these criminals and their families. we were supposed to be fixing cars but in reality were doing sinister things. at first i tried to ignore the signs. but eventually i was being made an accessory. i can't remember specific details but it seemed like kidnapping, rape and murder were all involved.

at some point they were onto me and i had to feign ignorance. another time i went back to the garage to sabotage them, but was nearly caught. was chased in the dark into a field and hid behind some bushes.

another time i went into a dusty room in the back and it was filled with stolen televisions. a friend and i were going to watch something, sports maybe. i moved many dust covered tvs of all types to get to the flatscreen in the back. unfortunately didn't work and the boss came in and busted us.

eventually i burned the entire commune to the ground and felt vindicated. but the patriarch of the family was still free and he wanted to kill me.

the end?

chuck's party, teal jeep test ride bump, hot sauces

dream:

was over at chuck brown's house for a party. everyone was sitting around on bean bags in a red room. there was a bright wood floor. i think we were watching tv. chuck had his head turned away from me. it seemed like he scowled at everything i said. finally i asked if he was mad. he told me he was sick of the fact that i had everything handed to me, where he had to work hard, even as a little baby.

later brian parker was test driving vehicles in this weird, sunny neighborhood. he pulled a teal colored, jeep looking thing to the edge of his driveway and ran back inside while it was still running. i ran across the street and jumped into it. i took a right and hit the gas. the pedals were really small and far away. i got up some speed and thought how funny my prank was. except a car in front of me was coming to a stoplight, much slower than i thought. i slammed on the breaks and the teal car slowed and slowed but right before it stopped, it bumped the car in front of me oh so gently. they looked like they were going to pull over. shit. i don't have my license and i'm just wearing a pair of shorts. they pulled forward instead because of the intersection. whew. then they pulled over next to a department store ahead. oh noes. i hit the gas and sped on by them, turning my head so they couldn't see my face as i passed.

i brought the car back to brian and we had a chuckle. he jumped in the car and took off. i walked over to a park area and under a picnic shelter looking structure was rob hough and a couple other dudes eating pizza. or maybe they were trying different hot sauces. i leaned over and told one of them that i bumped the car. he laughed. then i realized he would be the lone witness to testify against me. doh! dudes were getting mad that i didn't want any hot sauce, but i was strategizing.

the end?

sporting goods megachurch family adventures

dream:

i'm walking with a large family, but not my current family. we are inside what can only be described as a massive sporting goods store / megachurch. it's bigger than an amusement park. there are sprawling green manicured lawns and weird futuristic buildings off in the distance. a canal and small walkways run throughout, yet we are still 'inside'. someone hands me a 'catalog' for the place. it's probably 8x10 per page but 10 inches thick. that's impossible, i think. they couldn't have that many items. turns out only a small part of it is items for sale, there are other texts, stories and puzzles for kids taking up the rest of it.

next we are in an upstairs area watching a film on a screen so large you can't see the edges. the movie is about betrayal and killing your boss. sharon stone plays two identical looking characters trying to get one over on each other. one of them is the boss of the other. they are suspended by wires in a room with a large domed ceiling. neither of them can really move because of the wires. the boss was trapped into this scenario, but now they are both talking about killing each other. the scene is very intense and the dialog very dramatic, but i don't know any other details of the story. as i'm making fun of the scene, someone gets offended. my mom asks some snarky question about cd manufacturers, implying i slept with one. "what are you talking about?" "nevermind." more snark.

soon we're in a large room that feels like a cafeteria. there are big folding tables with attached seating just like in school. everything is white and orange. the ceiling has a mural painted on it, to look like clouds and sky. there are ornate, wooden carvings hanging down from it. some are painted to look like angels. one is supposed to be god himself. he looks like a nondescript, short haired jesus. he has wings and is reaching towards the people down below.

i'm sitting at a table with some of my family. i have a giant jambox and pop in a cassette. some great tunes come flowing loudly out of it. suddenly we are asked to turn the music off. turns out there are handicapped people around the room who are trying to sleep. some are in wheelchairs, some are in folding beds. i woke some of them up with the music. oops.

eventually i'm in my own apartment. i have a large sliding glass door. just outside of that door, lying on the porch / deck, are three cats. they are all lying on their backs, twitching ever so slightly. it looks like they have all been poisoned. i don't get a chance to find out why because i wake up.

the end?

joining taint'd, bronze bathrooms, water parks & roller coasters

dream(s):

the band joined forces with another band called TAINT'D. we all moved into a 20x20 garage in a blizzard to practice. we had a space heater and one lamp. outside a sliding patio door (covered by blankets) was a swirling mass of snow. the walls were covered in carpets, foam, blankets and posters. it was dark outside and we were praying the power didn't go out.

next i'm in some large building. it looks like my old junior high school, named after failed presidential candidate wendell l wilkie. i'm alone, but it sounds like someone is following me. i have to go to the bathroom. i finally find one and all the toilets and fixtures are made of bronze. even the divider between stalls was bronze. i wanted to go to the bathroom but i was worried whoever was following me would ambush me.

eventually i am at a huge water park. it's so big i can't see the end of it. there's a large sloping hill on one side with slides connected to endless floating rivers full of innertubes and people. i have lost my friends and family and the only way to get to them is to leave the park. except i don't know how to do that. i'm floating on my innertube and trying to find the exit. i need to get to the parking lot but the floating river doesn't go that far. the park staff stops me and i have to walk to the car.

next i'm in what looks like a roller coaster, but isn't. there are no tracks and no wheels. my mom is in the small 'car' next to me and we're flying around some sort of castle with lots of curved walls. we are very very high up in the air and it feels like we'll fly off the 4 foot wide shelf we're coasting on. i have to grab onto passing statues to correct our flight. there are cars in front and in back of us, people are screaming for joy and also sheer terror.

there was something about two blondes in a huge fight. screaming and tears. they used to be friends but something happened. i can't remember. eye makeup is running down their faces.

yesterday i dreamed about going back in time with the band, but i failed to write anything down. by the time i thought about it, i had lost every single detail except the time travel part. ugh.

the end?

party with severin, the price is right, boulder ride

dreams:

i was at a party hosted by mr todd severin. it was in some vfw type hall basement. he was giving away prizes for various categories. there was a huge stereo providing unending classic jams, but i had to fix the speakers because somehow they stopped working. at the end of the night, i was awarded 'best sound' (for fixing the speaker problem) and 'best songs'.

next i was on the set of the price is right. one of the models, manuela arbelaez, was sitting in a director's chair off to the side. i must have been a contestant because it seems like i had a nametag. i'm also wearing a very bright yellow suit jacket and a small black narrow tie. and yellow shorts. i look like spongebob. i walked up and started a conversation. she was polite but didn't want to hear it. i asked her if we could be friends. she started to look uncomfortable so i went to catering. there was a long table with a black tablecloth where all the staff had already eaten. i found a piece of orange looking cake and sat down and finished it. someone else saw me and started grabbing leftovers.

finally i am outside somewhere, it looks like utah or arizona. large orange boulders and desert. there is a huge row of boulders and a group of my friends head over to them. i climb up on the smallest one and make my way to the big one in the middle. as soon as i get on top of it, there is a huge explosion. the boulder i am on is shooting up into space. i begin to panic as there is nothing to hold onto. soon the boulder is slowing and it looks like we are a thousand feet in the air... then dropping. slowly picking up speed. then faster and faster. i am beyond panic now but i know if i want to survive i will have to jump off at the last minute. so i crawl to the edge and look down. just at the point of impact, i slide over the side. the boulder rolls towards me as i hit the ground, so i roll. it rolls some more, it feels like it's going to crush me but i roll again and finally it stops.

the end?

big ole tour, bunch of bands, one van

dream:

the band is finally going on a big tour. but for some reason we are sharing our van with all the bands. one of the bands is exhorder. another is either fates warning or dream theater, i can't actually tell. then there are two death metal bands that i don't even know. all the bands are milling around the van. like most of my dreams, we're in the woods. there is a trailer full of gear and the van seems extra long (that's what she said?). there is a middle aisle running through the seats, like a school bus. we are all riding in the van though, it seems like there is 24 people total, plus merch guy and roadies. the only problem is, the exhorder guys don't like the dream theater guys. they are mocking them behind their big curly hairdoos. everyone is wearing black. black shirts, black pants, black shoes.

 i step out of the van and someone opens a road case. it's an exhorder hoodie, they screened the inside of the hood part. it looks really cool. i want one.

at some point the guys say we have to adjust the ventilation on the van, since it is going to be so crowded. except we pull it out and it's giant aluminum tubes, like the ventilation on a huge building. we have to cut a hole in one of the tubes and run another tube to the back. what?

eventually, it's time to leave. someone from dream theater comes up and tells me to get in the van. then he says, "remember, the first show is in Germany!" which doesn't make any sense either, since we're still in the USA sitting in a van. whatever.

the end?

loose hedgehog - yellow bike - record store restaurant

dream:

i'm at a friend of a friend's house. i have never been here before. it's in some area surrounded by lush, green trees. the house is very small and cluttered. my friend and his friend (who owns the house) are off doing something in another room. i am bored and wandering around. in the kitchen there's a little girl sitting at the table, eating breakfast cereal... cats are fighting each other below. there is a sliding patio door behind her but it's dark outside. i am wearing a dress for no reason other than it seems like a funny thing to do. i see there is a small hedgehog on the floor and i follow it to the door. the door blows open and it runs outside. i yell to my friend's friend that it escaped and he yells back that it's fine. i decide to go after it to keep an eye on it. except when i get outside it has grown to the size of wild hog. it actually looks like it turned into a wild hog. it runs off into the woods. i yell for the others but they can't hear me. somehow i know it's going to get to the size of a rhinoceros.

at this point, still wearing a dress (which is more or less a patchwork of ugly, pastel colored squares that is long enough for me to eschew wearing pants) i decide to go for a late night ride into town. even though it's 2am, i am riding a bright yellow bicycle. i can't remember any of the ride itself. but when i get to town, it looks like a very old european village, but everyone speaks spanish. lots of hand carved cobblestone and brickwork. everything appears very very old. suddenly i am driving the band van. (remembering?) i want to go to the record store / restaurant but i can't find any parking. i end up jumping a curb and driving the van down a bunch of steps, first one angle then another. still can't find a parking space. i jump on the interstate (which is high in the sky) to head home.

now i'm back on the yellow bike and i realize i don't have a lock for it. i find a room next to the record store that is open and has some odds and ends in it. so i put the bike in a corner. when i get to the record store-restaurant it's packed, even thought it's 2am. i'm standing in line and kids are pointing and laughing. two latino girls are squeezed in line behind me and they can't stop giggling. i am laughing too. the store owner isn't really laughing though, but he doesn't really mind me being there. the record store-restaurant is very small. white tiled floors and large bins of vinyl records that are all built on stands so the records are waist high. there is one small path that winds around all the records. the ceiling is low and there are lots of flats and other dumb crap (piñatas?) hanging from it. the walls are covered with promotional items and the lights are a dull fluorescent.  i see a friend i haven't seen since high school. i can't even remember her name. she asks the usual questions, "how are you doing? how are things going? what's with the dress?".... i peruse the records for a while, seeing albums and artists i've never heard of. i don't think i have a wallet, or any place to keep any records, so i don't buy any. eventually i decide to get some food and that takes forever. seems like i'm the only one eating. it's a small booth in the back with very tall, dark wooden chairs and table. the entire area is painted a bright, light blue. there is a small screen door that goes to an outside kitchen. it slams every time someone goes through. i can't remember the food but it might have been soup. or mexican. or mexican soup. most of the original customers are gone now. and it's daylight. some men come in and start harassing me about the dress.

i decide to ride home and say goodbye to the owners. but when i get to the adjacent room, there is even more clutter and several yellow bikes, all of which are missing parts. some are hanging on the wall with no wheels and another is in pieces. none of them are my bike though. (and by 'my bike' i mean the bike i was borrowing from my friend's friend). there is drywall piled up in the room also. some is cut, some are fragments. some are up on saw-horses. there are other tools and lots of dust covering everything. i spend the rest of the dream going around and asking about the bike. it's like the dream stopped and i was stuck in it because the bike was stolen. i literally wait around in the dream for something to happen, someone to show up with it, some witness telling me where it is. nothing. eventually my friend jason treadway shows up and he agrees to give me a ride. i follow him down a gravel path through a thick patch of bushes. still bummed about the bike. then i wake up.

the end?

crazy store, kurt at the mall, lost my stuff

dream:

i'm in some crazy store owned or partly owned by josh homme. there are all kinds of kidrobot collectible and limited release toys. there are weird but hyper stylish rock and roll clothes. tons and tons of stuff. everywhere i look is something i have never seen before that is something i would probably want. there is rad colored glasswear with various rare band names and tv show tie-ins. i am like a small child in awe. barbie gets bored, she wants to leave. she goes and sits by the register while i keep finding more freaky weird awesome stuff.

later i'm at the shopping mall with kurt cobain. he looks young and healthy. i think i'm 17 years old. we're waiting in line for something. maybe a pretzel, i dunno. there are people starting to stare and whisper. they can't believe he is here. i ask him if it bothers him and he says it doesn't. there are two high school looking, bratty faced girls across the way. he asks me if i think they would do him. "probably that one on the right" i say.

much later i am in the airport. i have returned from somewhere far away. i can't find some electronics. one is a twitter only device. the other is similar, but for instagram. there may be another missing. i can't tell. i want to go back and check the airplane but it's too late for that. we end up at this house. some of my cousins are there. it seems like somebody's young, snarky girlfriend's house. the walls are black and the carpet is red. we have to stay here for the night. i'm pacing around, still looking through my stuff for my missing stuff. i go upstairs and it's the same: red carpet. black walls. i see a sagging part in the carpet and realize it's a giant hole covered up with a carpet piece. a trap! i don't fall into it and i don't appreciate it. suddenly barbie comes in and sits down on a couch. i can see she is sitting on my electronics case! "get up!" i yell. she seems annoyed that i think she took the electronics. but the case she sat on is empty. anxiety. ugh.

the end?