In Dreams

12.30.09

My sister and I are attending this festival type show only it's indoors at this big, old auditorium. The day of the concert arrives and as we get to the door I look at our tickets and see that, yes, they are seats 10 & 11 but one of them is in Row 34 and the other one is in Row 340. Oh god. 

We go in and sit together in completely random seats. We don't know the first two bands that come on and the place is still pretty empty because they had bumped the festival dates up a few weeks all of a sudden and some people don't even know. However, the real ticketholders for our seats show up pretty soon and so we stand up to leave. Just then a bunch of people I do not like and do not want to see file in and take their seats in the section behind us. I do my best to not let them see me and we move to these terrible seats where you can't see shit and everyone has to watch on these little screens. I'm so fed up that we decide to just leave.

Outside of the theater there are a whole bunch of enormous statues in a plaza and some tourists stop me to help them take their picture. For the life of me, no matter what position I move into I cannot get them framed right with the statues. Every time it looks good through the viewfinder, I'll snap the picture and it will come out all fucked up. After about 30 minutes of these some other friends come into the plaza and we all skip quickly away, running down some stairs. I think we were going to get eggs for breakfast.

12.23.09

I was having some sort of big party at my house (nrh) where there were long rows of tall tables and we were all playing board games. The party was seriously populated by mucho bitches, mostly people from high school that I haven't kept in touch with since.

All of a sudden there was a scream. A guy with a short, neat ''fro and dressed in scrubs and a lab coat said loud and very clearly "I've killed someone". When I went over to investigate there was a very slight bloody mess and a small lump about the size of a chicken nugget of what appeared to be intestinal tissue. Now, where the rest of the body disappeared to is anyone's guess and how we were to infer that this guy killed someone in plain sight of the game-playing and then got rid of all but one nugget of the body was also perplexing, even in the dream. 

The party obviously disbanded and Sabra and I went down to a local bar, a very busy hip place that had a dj spinning all day and night. We went and sat on some stools right at the bar and I asked the dj if he would play "Come Pick Me Up" and he agreed. He found the cover for it and it was somehow a three vinyl copy. However, someone had stolen the record with the song on it, the middle record. I was massively disappointed and he was unhappy, too. That's one of the best breakup songs ever, he said. We finished our drinks quietly at another table. I slammed down my glass and walked up to the dj and asked him if he would play the song if I brought my copy in. Absolutely, he answered.