I wrote out my dreams for 30 days. Six dreams were lost upon waking, but the rest were captured quickly with my head still on the pillow. I picked nine to share with you…
Feel free to analyze.
At John Lennon’s funeral. Paul is there completely naked with a giant bowl of popcorn in his lap. He’s crying. John is naked in the casket.
A one point I’m outside running away from the funeral. In my right hand is an amp. I keep glancing down at it as I’m running.
Memere is hanging around with really young people. Sorrell is there. Memere demonstrates a dance piece.
Go outside and rain falls so hard that it instantly destroys houses. Apocalyptic. There are people attacking other people. Military men usher me into a shelter. I feel grateful and impressed with how brave they are to stand at the front door defending strangers and risking their lives. Inside the shelter one man is convinced that we are all dead already.
A cat that looked like a human baby. I kept saying how weird it was that there wasn’t fur on his face. Loading up gear for a gig out of town with Chris Staig. Man comes up and introduces himself – says he knows who I am and he plays with Andrew Downing. In a hotel room with Ali. She goes for a walk while I stay back and clean up. There are 4 or 5 sinks full of water. I carefully reach in and pull out the plugs in each sink. But I’m afraid every time that there will be something scary in there. Something might grab my hand. Nothing does.
Our bedroom is different. It’s longer, and there are French doors at the end. Outside of the room I can see a lamp on a table…
We are downstairs in our normal house now, I’m helping Ali get ready for her trip. Her mom is here, too. Then we’re outside in the dark with a bunch of other people. Feels like we’re at a pick up point for the flight. People are waiting, getting suitcases and guitars ready for the flight. There is a rodent type of creature that is really fast and it keeps running up to me and biting onto my ankles and won’t let go. I have to whip it off.
Recording demos for friends who are involved in some festival. David Gillis asked me to do it. It’s going to be on a compilation CD? But it’s taking so long to do it that I get worried I won’t be able to mix it all in time. I over committed. I go to the mall where David is working at a tech store to let him know I can’t do it all. He takes a break from his work and walks out to meet his kids in the mall. They’re making a video and they want him to run really fast through the mall. He gladly complies. Kurt walks by. He makes a joke about technology.
Then I’m in a room with my mom and dad. I pick up a guitar and I’m trying to explain how delay works. I play the beginning of a U2 song. “Still haven’t Found What I’m Looking For.” My mom grabs a bass and finds the right note…starts playing 8th notes. I teach her how to play quarter notes and the difference between quarters and eighths.
She doesn’t quite get it and she keeps switching back to eighths. But we’re almost making music.
I’m playing a role in a play. First scene in 2nd Act. I’m not sure of my lines, but I have the script to read on stage. Jakub is there. I walk by him and call him Kooba like I used to. He laughs.
I’m also scrambling to find something appropriate to wear for my role…right before going on. But I hear someone say we have 15 minutes. I’m on stage looking through clothes hanging on the wall. I see a hat and scarf that I really like, but it must belong to someone in the audience.
Loose tooth. Front bottom right. Wiggled, pulled out and stuck back in.
Big water area. Sitting at a restaurant booth with Shirley. The water is everywhere so I can lean over and dip my head in it. There are boats and hills that aren’t real. They’re made out of water somehow too and they fly all over the place when boats disturb them. I’m enjoying dunking my head in and getting my hair wet.
At office for Six Shooter. They share with other businesses. There’s a console and someone is trying to figure out how it works. Sekou is there. I walk around and see what I think is an MD8 but it’s actually exactly the same as the MD8 except with a tape deck instead of mini disc. I see a Christmas tree with googly eyes. Over priced tape recorders everywhere. I want one but the price tag is over $400.
I’m suddenly at Babcia’s and Sandy Schram is there. The feeling is really nice…it’s like she staying there like it’s a cottage. I’m telling her there’s a great place to get coffee in the morning. I look out the window to describe the route to walk there. Say that Babcia cuts through these people’s properties but I don’t. There are cat people across the street. A tall cat in a dress.
Playing a gig with Bob Dylan. Walking down a dangerous set of wooden stairs. Some of them spin around when you step on them, some are cracked in half. The railings are wood, too, and any slip on the steps makes slivers in my hand.
(photo by Ali Eisner)