Bad show

10/19/09

Last night I had a few dreams but the only one I could remember was an anxiety dream about playing a show. I walked into a party house, which was apparently where Jared and I were going to play that night, and I realized upon setting up that my guitars weren’t strung for some reason. Everyone in the house was starring at me, and I ran out to try to find more strings. Jared rolled his eyes in response and I thought for sure this was not going to be a good show. Thank god I woke up before I had to attempt a performance.

10/17/09

Last night’s dreams wasn’t a nightmare, but I still woke up frightened for some reason. In this dream I was with my usual group of friends that crop up in my dreaming state, the Chris’s, Dan and all the Chicago kids. We were in landscape surrounded in sand covered mountains with giant dark cavities maybe a quarter mile in diameter occasionally blocking our path. We were searching for something, and searching very intently. The sun was beating down brightly, but I was not hot or thirsty like I would have expected in this landscape. We came across a great tree, and one of the only trees in sight. This was what we were looking for and I knew it. We pushed our way there, now ankle deep in and when we were close enough to touch the tree we realized it was also a kingdom for giant bees, the size of a baby’s fist. We were disturbing their peace with our unexpected presence. One bee targeted me and jetted forward. I turned to run but could not run fast enough, I was almost knee deep in sand now. I was still running and it still didn’t reach me, but I could feel it behind me, all my hair was standing on end and I was not going to make it.

Now this was when I woke up, but the weird thing about this dream was that later in the morning there was a bee that buzzing around me outside of my friend’s house when I was leaving. I walked a few blocks to a restaurant for tea and when I put my messenger bag down on the table to open it for my wallet, there was the bee, attached to me and determined to follow me. Quite literally, it was attached to my back, where the bee in the dream was before I woke up. I’m glad that one wasn’t as big as the one in my dream though.

10/13/09

My previous dream was about the apocalypse again. Maybe somewhere deep in this confusing mind of mine I contemplate humanities end and save it for my most exciting unconscious state. I was in a large city and all I have is my broken car, which is in the same condition that it’s currently in- with broken suspension and a front bald tire that is ready to burst in any amount of miles. I knew my car wasn’t going to make it far, but it was my only way out of the city. All around me buildings were crumpling as if on their own free will. I quickly gathered my things and discussed calmly with my good friend Dan who was taking who in our group of friends to safety. Dan was going to take my friends Stryker and G, and I was going to take my friends Chris and Molly who seemed to have been taking the whole situation as lightly as I was. I ended up picking someone up that I wasn’t familiar with for the fourth spot in my car. The group waited patiently as she filtered through her million-dollar condo to find the last few items that she needed as the back wall slowly began falling down.

10/01/09

My friend Scott was really distressed. At the Kitchen, which is a party house that he lives at, there have been tons of partying and destruction lately to the property and once again the house was completely destroyed. He was really upset about his loss, but decided to act even crazier in response to his distress. While I was walking with another group of friends and witnessing the scene, Scott brought his pet hyena on a leash and walked him into the city. Everyone was really terrified of the hyena, but it turns out he was actually quite tame. The problem really set in when another man with a hyena walked by. The other man decided that Scott and his hyena was a personal insult to him, so he decided to pick a fight. He wanted to have a dog (hyena) fight to see who was better, but my friend wouldn’t have it because he liked his pet. So when things were getting really rowdy, Scott pulled out a handgun and shot the other hyena to prevent him from attacking his. The other man freaked out and lunged at Scott, resulting in his hyena’s escape. The giant animal took off running towards a few of the large buildings in downtown Normal. All of the bystanders and drunken college kids freaked out and ran in all directions afraid of the hyena and it wasn’t long until the squat team arrived. As I am running towards the large skyscraper in the vicinity I hear the hyena running behind me, and turn around just in time to witness it getting shot down. It skidded to its death at my feet.

9/29/09

This dream was set up like an ER drama, I viewed it from third-person and there was a lot of high-strung energy. The dream took place in either a hospital or some kind of a clinic. The funny thing about the dream was that people with curly hair were discriminated against. I watched how all the straight hair RN’s received promotions while the curly haired RN’s gathered together and cried because of their discrimination, as they have never been promoted and would continue to be looked through like glass. The discrimination started after a curly haired female RN died while working and was none other than a freak accident. The facility hoped to avoid another accident; deciding that her curly hair was to blame for her lack of intelligence. The head administrators decided not to trust curly haired member of society with anymore challenging tasks, to keep them from making more mistakes and forcing them in to the lower bracket of society. Well good thing my hair is straight. ☺

5/21/09

In this dream I was a teenage boy and I was in a hell of a situation. I was wrongfully accused of doing something and imprisoned within a large factory or school building. I was pacing, and anxiety was bursting. I was trying to find a bathroom and I was so upset that I was trapped like an injured animal; I had to take drastic measures into my own hands. It wasn’t until after I began my escape that I found a door leading to a nice bedroom and bathroom in that dingy warehouse room that I was contained in, making me realize too late that my warders were not as cruel as I originally thought. At that exact moment of discovery, the alarms began to sound (probably from my attempt to escape) and I ran out of the building as hard as I could kicking out a window as I went. I skidded over the hood of my red sports car and climbed in, with a police officer on my tail. It turns out he wasn’t a very smart officer because he didn’t come with any reinforcements so he asked two teenagers on dirt bikes to follow me, and those two teenagers happened to be “Data” and “Mouth” from the Goonies. My driving continued to get more insane in my flight, and the next thing I knew, I was driving through buildings and leaping off bridges in my car. The Goonie kids were still chasing me and were about to get destroyed by a building crumbling near by, but since I knew them and didn’t want them dying in the chase to catch me for something I didn’t even do, I encouraged them to jump into my car and save their lives. At this point my red sports car turned into a red jeep. Now we were all running from the police and it seemed that they found their reinforcements finally. I began driving even more rashly. I drove off a bed of flowers at a river’s edge and flew over the entire river. I took this as a good sign, and then attempted this same method again over the next body of water that I reached. Unfortunately this time we just floated forward for a moment, hovered in the air and then floated backwards to the same point on the road that I flew from. This wasn’t good; my dream powers were wearing off. I tried it again, and sure enough, the same thing happened. We were about to be captured when I woke up.

5/4/09

Last night my dream started in an apartment that was apparently my home. I was living with Karen and Kristin (good friends of mine) and everyone was laughing and happy. Unfortunately, they told me they were moving out and two boys were moving in instead. The boys were nice, but not the same; I was sad. It felt like something was missing again.
Then my dream transformed into a glorious party with flying air parades and rows and rows of chairs filled with smiling faces in costumes. There was performance art in motion, songs, screaming, glitter and joy. For a brief moment I was a child; and I ran to the front row where the air balloons of fruit and candy were in my view, sat myself in the front row waiting for the next phase of the spectacle to begin, but when I got there, there was nothing there. Eventually the void transformed into a table and the same costumed people that guided the air balloons now were placing dishes and dishes of succulent berries in front myself and few others. An awkward and shy boy with long blond hair sat across from me and we shared the same plate of berries. I remember telling him that I didn’t feel comfortable sharing the same food with our bare hands. There was something about him that was slightly disturbing.