metallic cleansing pill - giant space mountain music fest

dreams:

i can't remember much of the first dream but jason momoa was trying to get me to eat some crazy metallic pill with a long strand of wire hanging off one end. he said it was a 'cleansing' pill and once in your stomach the pill part melts away and the inside expands into a blue bathroom towel that cleans your intestines as you pass it. but you need the wire to get it out! i said no thanks.

the second dream i was alone at a giant music fest. it was in a huge space mountain type of building, but open on one side. there were many levels, like the death star, and each level had some weird configuration of a stage with some underground stoner or doom band playing on it. everyone at the fest was wasted. some people were passed out in the hallways.

at one point i found a computer in a dark wood paneled hallway and tried to check the internet. a meth head guy with a giant shank, cranked out to the max, threatened me for the computer so i left. then i realized i didn't have my wallet or money or anything. i couldn't find my keys. at that point i wasn't sure that i had even driven there. as i'm trying to figure out where to start looking, it dawns on me that i wasn't even worried about it before and i knew everything was fine.

by then i had walked to the far end of the building, so i got on a roller coaster, expecting to zip back to the the other side. instead, the roller coaster went straight up, and up, and up, with no signs of coming back down. we were hitting the clouds when i jumped out and slid down the tracks  back to the bottom.

i made my way to a big open lawn in the middle, there was no roof there. it was two levels of walkways that curved in a large arc, with green grass sloping down 40 feet in the middle. on the upper level, Lo-Pan was doing a soundcheck. i saw people starting to gather below. i went across the grass and when i came towards the center there was another massive platform there. i snuck down underneath it and realized there were hundreds of dancers waiting to pop up on the grass and dance in a giant choreographed display. they were wearing red and yellow telletubby outfits, but they all had huge lightbulbs on top of their heads.

one of them asked me what i was doing there and said they were about to perform. i said i lost my wallet and woke up.

robot consciousness - mothership garage hostel w cockatiel

dreams:

i am a robot far in the future. i can change my identity and gender. for a while, i am a long haired japanese woman. all of the other robots are obsessed with trying to appear human, so much so that they forget they are machines. i'm in a relationship with another robot, who tries to convince me i'm a robot but they are human. eventually i realize there are no humans left, only a world full of humanity-obsessed robots.

later i am traveling. i'm outside in a fenced-in area and it's getting late. i need a place to sleep. a girl takes me to an adjacent garage hostel. there are mattresses and blankets on the floor, all next to each other. it's not ideal, but it's cheap. other people show up and take up the spots around me. i realize i am traveling with Klaus the cockatiel. no cage, no perch, no carrier. Klaus has major problems with his legs so he's always falling. i am holding him in my hand, trying to guess where i will put him while i sleep. someone shows up with a dog, and Klaus falls. i help him up on a nightstand. soon i am talking to him and he is talking to me. he said he understands. loy smoak appears, he needs to crash.

during the night the garage floods. i find out it belongs to the guys in Mothership. no one knows how the flood happened. by the morning, the FBI shows up and interrogates everyone. eventually i find a hose in the yard, someone poked holes in it, causing the flood.

Rob Hough is there, he wants to get coffee and smoke a cigar. says there's a little market in town. i ride with him to the market. on the drive, he plays me a recording of our set from last night. apparently i was so drunk i blacked out. i can't remember being drunk or playing or anything. the recording sounds really good, we're making up a brand new song and it sounds better than Led Zeppelin. Rob can't believe i can't remember. we decide that i'm such a high-functioning alcoholic that i must excel at music while drunk.

we finally get to the market. it's a small, one story building covered in rough wood, dark brown panels. inside, i need to find food for Klaus, as i don't have any. (he's back in the garage hostel). the market is full of shelves stacked to the ceiling with very narrow aisles. while looking and looking with little luck, i run into some people i barely remember from Ball State. this one girl remembers me and starts asking me if i remember this or that. i can't say that i do. i finally get a little bag of seeds for Klaus but i don't have my wallet. this girl decides to pay for it. thanks.

we drive back to the Mothership garage. i'm trying to find my own recorder to hear how bad our set was. i'm asking everyone there how bad we were but they won't say it directly. some roll their eyes. i keep thinking we're going to play our set over, or at least hoping we are.

more stuff happens, but i can't remember any of that either.



the end?