RockAss.net; Dreams

Just your basic dream journal. I will attempt to record all of my dreams here, no matter how mundane or humiliating they may be.
Keep in mind, I wake up and crawl to the computer and write these before coffee, tea or anything so yeah, they're a mess. Enjoy.

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Thursday, April 16, 2009

I suck at this

Man, I haven't updated in ages.
And now sac press linked here. Shit. Its always tempting to pull a few posts down when I think anyone is actually reading this thing. Anyway, a bit of catch up

Last night, dreamt that Morken and Sid had put together a cartoon show at The Crest just basically playing a collection of great old cartoons from $1 dvds like you get at target. The projectionist being like a DJ for cartoons. I was emcee but I realized right before going up that the audience was mostly kids and that I'd have to clean up my act. Sid was stressed about attendance. I reminded her that the audience would come late and that overhead was very low anyway.

Night before, wonderful peaceful dream abotu doing my shows at Luna's. Shows went well and I was doing some sort of abstract trade with someone. This trade, which I really can't explain it was a very vague abstract floating sort of thing that sometimes occurs in dreams, continued as I was waking and I had to work to shake it and wake up fully. All in all though a nice relaxing dream.

Another night back and I dreamt that the two girls in the apt next to ours were over. I was helping one of them help the other with her video editing class. The one actually in the class seemed to care less. Then her boyfriend started calling. They didn't answer the phone and I got the feeling this guy was bad news. Then he shows up at their door banging and yelling. So, they open my door and tell him they'll answer the phone now. He walks right into my apt and grabs his girlfriend by the hair to drag her out. I jump on him, get him in a wrestling hold and start pushing his head into the hallway wall. I have a good hold on him but I can't figure out how to do much to subdue him. I see a push pin on the wall and I push it into the strained muscles at the back of his neck. Bryna moves in her sleep and I think it's the guy getting out of my grip. I wake up with a start and am relieved that I didn't hit Bryna in my sleep. My neck is all tight and I have to get up and walk around to shake the dream.

Another night back. Good performance dream. I do my show, it goes good, everyone laughs, YAY!

Back one more and shitty performance dream. I do show it sucks, I'm scrambling and stuck on stage for the better part of an hour.

My subconcious is clearly quite invested in these shows.

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