i had a dream last night that i was playing some crazy music with yo la tengo. they were inside a smallish club, i was outside of the club with an upright piano that was somehow mic'ed so's they could hear me in the club. it was some weirdo pop song where i was doing progressively more ridiculous variations on a theme - ended up being this crazy amazing mix of bach counterpoint and liszt bombast. wish i had it on tape - woke up gasping for breath and tears in my eyes. fucking odd...

Had one this morning after I fell back asleep. Full of EA references.

Ok, the dream.

So I am at Fogo De Chao, it's not exactly Fogo De Chao as there's a giant waterfall in the center of the room but I recognized it to be Fogo De Chao. I am standing in the front of the place with my wife, Col Panic and ERawk waiting to be seated. There are other people with us but I am not sure who, they are all just talking amongst themselves. Panic is extremely agitated at ERawk's style of dress for the occasion. She has an outfit on that I would describe as something Steven Tyler or someone in Faster Pussycat might wear on stage. Giant sunglasses, several silk scarves, pink feather boa, gold jacket, crazy patterned tights, huge silver cowboy boots with chains and buckles all over them.
He is asking her why she's dressed that way, she's insisting this is her new look and how she read somewhere that 'you've gotta be outrageous' nowadays. She kept repeating that line over and over 'you gotta be outrageous' started climbing around on chairs and stuff yelling it. Panic was furious.
I tried to get in the middle and calm panic down and tell him it's a good look and if she wants to dress that way she has every right. He wasn't having it.
I look in the restaurant and there is a man leading a deer around the room on a chain, he is bringing it to each table and they are petting it. I told my wife that it was a new law the city passed, every restaurant had to do this a few times a day and the city gets money each time. 'It's all a scam' A woman comes over and says they have seats on the patio outside. I insisted I did not want to eat on the patio because they didn't; bring the meat skewers out there, you had to just order something off a menu. Someone said 'no they do that too' and I see a man walk by with Hot Dogs on a Skewer. I went crazy yelling 'what is this?! Hot Dogs!?' and about how I don't want Hot Dogs and why do they have hot dogs?
The hostess popped up and said 'We are getting complaints about your langauge' I said 'I apologize but we are celebrating, there's gonna be some langauge'
She said we'd have to wait another hour. I said 'you can't make us leave'
Next thing I remember is I am riding my bike on Lake Shore Drive, cars all all honking and beeping and swerving out of the way. A car slows down and asks where I am going. I tell him I am trying to get to 'Sal Mallo' street, which is 'two past Belmont, but there's no sign. You just have to know' He says 'ok, just asking' and drives off.

I had a dream last night that involved members of the PRF briefly, but then I woke up and now I can't remember what it was about.

Marsupialized wrote:'I apologize but we are celebrating, there's gonna be some langauge'

Words to live by.

me and bad comrade both had a job in the same crappy call center. we were walking home from work one day and cutting through a junkyard. we found a wrecked truck, as we get closer i see a bunch of stompboxes in the back. mostly compressors and choruses. i start pocketing them, then i find a pedal board on the ground and start ripping the stompboxes off of it. cursing my luck because i need a pedal board but i'm not going to carry this beast all the way to where ever.

bad comrade asks what i'm going to do with these. most of them i'm going to sell, some of them i'm going to keep.

Another one on a boat. I am leading some sort of expedition, I am dressed like MacArthur, I even have the pipe. I am on this weird, super long boat, I stand on the front and there's a dude way in the back of it who steers it and operates the engine. It's long and thin, like 100 foot long. We are going through these canals with tall grass on both sides, I am looking for midgets in the grass. There's several of these boats behind mine, all following. I spot a midget walking on the shore, he's dressed like he'd be working on the flight deck of an aircraft carrier, orange vest and huge ear muffs. I pick up what is almost like a giant harpoon gun and aim it at him. PEPPER! Is next to me, suddenly and he says 'you shouldn't injure the midget, the chicks will be pissed, you know how they get about blood and meat, he'll explode all over the place' I say 'I'll just say it was regrettable but unavoidable' and he says 'it's your ball game' and jumps off the side and swims to the boat behind mine, a dude in one of those grass covered hunting suits helps him on board and I say 'that's crazy I didn't even see him, those suits are amazing' there's a man next to me and he says 'I used them in Panama, they have their faults' and shows me a big open wound on his arm. I got the feeling that he was full of shit, I did not like this guy at all. I put a megaphone to his face and say 'You try and sell your spectacle to everyone but nobody is buying' when I say it he stands completely still, like frozen in horror and people start screaming and yelling all around me all WOOOO! And high fiving each other and honking the boat horns. I laugh to myself. Next thing I remember I am in a shopping mall, there's a huge crowd watching a performance, it's what looks like retarded people lip syncing to a small karaoke machine. I turn to a guy in the audience and say 'it's just Rhumba 1' and he says 'it's popular' I look around and all these people are grooving HARD on it, I laugh. That's all I remember

I was in some kind of industrial complex doing a job there. Some kind of thing happened and I got altered. Basically the rest of the dream was that I could somehow manipulate light to the extent that I could become invisible and vaporize things. It was like I was in a Cronenberg movie, very intense. I think I might've gone on some kind of revenge spree. I don't remember much of it now, but it was very, very vivid.

I dreamt that I was living in the plot of a romantic comedy featuring FM johnhastie, who was trying to help his quirky friend find love. His quirky friend had one quirk whic hwas that he was a huge Pearl Jam fan. At some point FM johnhastie arranged for quirky Pearl Jam friend to bump into quirky Pearl Jam fan chick and the two hit it off by singing one of the hits from Ten. Maybe "Even Flow" or "Alive", I don't remember. At some point in the dream I thought to myself, "this is a really bad movie."

Last night I dreamed that I lived in a basement apartment somewhere. It was fine, except for the fact that there was a giant lump in the middle of the living room, like, under the floor, that would rise and fall and UNDULATE, as if alive. I was not worried about it, was just trying to figure out where to put the TV.

I had a dream last night that I had a child. I looked into this newborn baby's face to find my own, but different. I picked out the similarities, the parts of me. He had darker skin, but his nose and his mouth were mine. I looked at him and knew that the world was different for me now. Everything I loved and held dear was now a distant second. Everything changed in that moment. I was me, I was the child and I was my own father holding me and looking at myself. I cradled the child softly. Later, the child talked to me, it held conversation. After a few moments I knew this was odd. I asked him how he could talk. œI get my smarts from my mother. he said. œI get my crudeness from you . I knew, as I held the child again, that he was fine and ready and needed less of my help and protection. Then I thought about all of the things I held dear before his birth and realised they meant far less to me now.