eyehategod interview, moving to charleston

two separate dreams this morning:

i met with the guys from EYEHATEGOD for a book i was writing. it was supposed to be an official biography, i think. we were hanging out at various locations while i asked questions and wrote down notes and recorded them via audio. they gave more and more info. finally i started asking the tough questions and they didn't wanna talk so much anymore. then i woke up.

finally i got back to sleep. eventually i was told we were packing up and moving to a hotel in charleston, il. with a woman and her 3 kids. all the anipals were left behind or someone took them, i'm not sure. i kept protesting the move but was told over and over it was for the best. the hotel room had two queen sized beds and a small bathroom. there was a large backyard that all the hotel residents shared. at the bottom of some stairs, back in the far corner, were stacks of tiny rabbit cages. they were just laying on top of one another like someone put them down and ran off. our bunny wasn't even there. on one end of the hotel, there was a bar and pool area. i went down to the pool and tried to figure out how the hell i was going to get out of the situation.

the end?

Starting a band with steven tyler in the post-apocalyptic futurescape

Aug 22, 2014 10:57am i had a dream this morning where, in a post-apocalyptic dystopia, aerosmith's steven tyler and i decided to start a band together while riding our horses through the wastelands. we rescued kate hudson and she joined the band.

drunken snuggie vs the cops, tourin' via porches, wendys ban

dreams from this morning:

i was in a yard next to a white picket fence type house. it was night. i'm talking to, or trying to convince a cop not to arrest my wife. she has had a few drinks and she's really mad and yelling at them. there is at least 5 or 6 and they want to take her to jail. she's wearing a snuggie. she goes  back in the house and sits on a recliner. we go into the kitchen. i keep talking to the cop, telling him she doesn't need jail, she needs a nap. then i hear them getting angry and i run around the other side from the kitchen into the living room. i'm only wearing boxers and a tshirt. all the cops have sawed-off shotguns and they all freak out and point them at me. i put my hands up and start yelling, "really? gonna shoot me in my underwear?" and they get embarrassed and lower the guns.

later, the band is on tour or something. we're playing a show on the porch of  a tall house somewhere in the south. the porch overlooks a large field. kids are running around and we can't find any power cables or cables for the PA. this goes on forever and the show never seems to start.

then another dream where wendys was banned from serving food forever by the government. people are debating if it was right or wrong. i just thought it was funny