Another fucked up dream/nightmare. 11/26/11
Note: I wrote all this down immediately after I woke up the morning of the 27th. The 26th was a wonderful day. Nothing weird or bad happened.
Another extremely weird dream-nightmare.
I woke up sitting on a blue plaid/floral couch, in a large basement/film studio. There's equipment everywhere. And Scott's there, but how he looked in 2006.
So we sit and we talk, how are yous and how's Mandi, and how's film, and how is art class (?!) and how's {this project}? Now, the project had some weird name- you know, you hear it said, and you know you're saying it in your sleep while the dream is happening, but when you say it or it's said, it's muffled, under-water sounding style. {think when Tom Riddle says Horcrux in HP #6.} And Scott gets up, super excited, and goes, “c'mere, I gotta show you this!” and the basement, in this lit section down from the couch, is all full of these huge 3D props.
One of which, the pride & joy, is a big metal flower. It has a neon green square base and the stem comes up and curves like a “C”, and on the end in even more neon of a green is a giant # symbol. The # flower has leaves, too. Nearby is a neon %, the % symbol in neon pink. A $ in red. A * in slate glow blue. A @ in orange! "This one's my favorite," he says, and there's a field of about 30 off in the left corner, all orange.
He has a computer set up and we watch the 3D movie, with these flower-symbols, and it is very trippy but cool. It's a music video! The music sounded similar to "Ripple" by the Grateful Dead.
So I ask where are we? And he looks at me like I'm rip van winkle, and goes, “I work for WUMF. Go upstairs and take a look around." And so I start going up the wood basement stairs up into the college, and he goes, “uh, wait, I need to warn you first... stop...”
I go into WUMF because I still have my key, and it's not WUMF. It's a giant mega radio station, split in 4 parts. There's a fucking CHOIR/Glee Club in one section & they're singing. The second part is staging and bleachers and there's a huge performance. The third part is the actual STATION, and the 4th part is like a super-modern spin on Thomas auditorium & star trek room (C23). This, of course, is where the amazing movie is playing.
I am so overwhelmed by all of this that I leave the station and lean up against the HUGE glass window, and just close my eyes and cry a little, because it is just so much to take in, and just get my wits back. I am so confused and overwhelmed by everything I've seen. And suddenly, Fraggle is there. And he is leaning up against the window/wall also, and just looks at me.
Suddenly, I am back in May 2011, at The Space at the Mission of Burma show, and I see Rob. Now, this did happen- they started up my favorite set, "Mica" and "Weatherbox," and I look around and there's Rob. I wave to say hi, and the crowd and I start grooving to the opening music, which is awesome btw, similar to a chiming clock. {Listen to the opening of "Mica" if you haven't, it'll blow your mind.}
Suddenly, I'm back in 2006/pseudo future WUMF area, and I am walking to get out, because while I'm not scared, dream-me is going “what the fuck is going on?!” So I get outside and the grass is neon, the sky is super bright, the pavement is neon lavender purple, and Scott and Mandi are loading up this SUV- similar to a Subaru Forrester. They don't look happy.
“Uh, what's wrong, guys?” I'm assuming the obvious, like the fact that there's lavender asphalt under our feet. They have this depressed look, and Scott goes, just check facebook. They get in vehicle & leave. So I go online (I magically have an iPad)
Suddenly I am at this diner-cafe with black & white tile floors, and Savannah and everyone else I am talking to online is there- Ross, Christine, Haley, some other people. Who knew, facebook chat is a 50's diner. With milkshakes. Savannah and I talk in lolspeak about nothing in particular, Christine & Ross are playing scrabble, and I hit “exit”, which brings me to...
The bar. This looks familiar though. This is the Granary, but it isn't. The layout, the style, it's the same, but it's nondescript bar, not The Grainhole. I'm sitting there and my friend Joey is sitting next to me. (Joey is a fictional character I used in some of my crappy fiction.) He looks over at me, and he goes, “If he (Rob) came up to you and asked you for a date, for a chance, would you say yes?” Which segues to real life.
This goes back to a very ind-depth conversation I had with my friend Reuben (aka the Big Minty Wolf) in WRJ, who (after drunkenly recounting our taken & missed opportunities for relationships in great detail) told me I needed to drive my ass to Portland, knock on Fraggle's door, and tell him I wanted a second chance. I told Reuben that was ridiculous & I wasn't going to do any such thing, thank you very much. Over it. Done. Reuben then had challenged me, and said, “if he asked you out right this minute, would you say yes?” I told him no. But I also said I would have to think about it. This was a conversation from March 2010- not recently, and I haven't thought about it in an extremely long time.
So I look at Joey, and I go, "really? REALLY? Are you fucking kidding me? I am so done.” And I down a few Kryptonites and then I
am walking up Munjoy Hill. (Which for you not in/from Maine, is a funky spot in Portland over towards the East End.)
I get to what must be the Fraggle residence {in 2009, he was on Morning St.}, and I go to knock on the door, and I hear what sounds like two folks getting busy. So I stand with my fist about to knock, and I stop, and I turn to walk down the steps. The door opens, and this girl from WUMF and one of my prior jobs is standing there, and she goes, “Wait, can I help you?” She doesn't recognize me with short purple-red hair and a knit scarf. I go, “I'm looking for Awful Annie's Crowbar. I can't find it. I thought it was on Munjoy Hill.” She goes, “No, now it's ___________, down the street on the left. {This is partially true- Awful Annie's has changed to Mama's Crowbar.}
I thank her and I go. I'm glad she is there because she liked him, too, and that makes me feel really good inside. So I am smiling and walking down the hill. I get almost to the weird lighthouse/thing {there is a large light-house shaped building on Munjoy Hill that I found out is actually The Portland Observatory.}
and I hit a patch of ice and crack my head on the walk, and I hear this voice I know, but don't know the name of, and I pass out. I wake up,
and I am sitting up in my bed, looking around, looking at the cats and Riza, and I lay back down, and I go back to sleep, (even though I AM ASLEEP) and then
and then I am in Ireland, but in the Ireland-version of the facebook chat room, with Savannah, Ross, Christine, Haley, and some Irish people. And we're laughing. I close my eyes when I laugh
and I open them and I am sitting on a stone wall in this beautiful, rugged field in Irelend. I feel blessed. I feel SO BLESSED. And content. Warm. Blissful. And I am smiling, and singing “Johnny I hardly knew ya” and laughing, and I feel so wonderful and cheerful.
Then I sit up, look at the cats and tortoise, just like I did in the dream, and I'm going, "whoa." And I am awake, but I'm shaken, because I just dreamed this. And I wrote all this down.
So let's recap. Confusion and 2006 grad school basement apartment looking at alice in wonderland styled symbol-plants to overwhelmed futuristic WUMF, to happy flashback, and back, to awkward weird pseudo flashback, to strange Maine present day, to out of body experience my bed right now, to blissful happy Ireland. I haven't thought about Rob in a long time, I haven't talked to Scott in a while, and while I am hoping to go to Ireland and do have "Johnny I hardly knew ya" on my iPod, it's just so weird.
I have no idea what the fuck any of this means.
Two weeks earlier, I had a dream of my knees being gouged out by the grinding tires of a Subaru Forrester and a graphic, gruesome disemboweling & dismemberment.
So I guess if I wind up dead sometime soon, you'll know what the killer was driving.
Another extremely weird dream-nightmare.
I woke up sitting on a blue plaid/floral couch, in a large basement/film studio. There's equipment everywhere. And Scott's there, but how he looked in 2006.
So we sit and we talk, how are yous and how's Mandi, and how's film, and how is art class (?!) and how's {this project}? Now, the project had some weird name- you know, you hear it said, and you know you're saying it in your sleep while the dream is happening, but when you say it or it's said, it's muffled, under-water sounding style. {think when Tom Riddle says Horcrux in HP #6.} And Scott gets up, super excited, and goes, “c'mere, I gotta show you this!” and the basement, in this lit section down from the couch, is all full of these huge 3D props.
One of which, the pride & joy, is a big metal flower. It has a neon green square base and the stem comes up and curves like a “C”, and on the end in even more neon of a green is a giant # symbol. The # flower has leaves, too. Nearby is a neon %, the % symbol in neon pink. A $ in red. A * in slate glow blue. A @ in orange! "This one's my favorite," he says, and there's a field of about 30 off in the left corner, all orange.
He has a computer set up and we watch the 3D movie, with these flower-symbols, and it is very trippy but cool. It's a music video! The music sounded similar to "Ripple" by the Grateful Dead.
So I ask where are we? And he looks at me like I'm rip van winkle, and goes, “I work for WUMF. Go upstairs and take a look around." And so I start going up the wood basement stairs up into the college, and he goes, “uh, wait, I need to warn you first... stop...”
I go into WUMF because I still have my key, and it's not WUMF. It's a giant mega radio station, split in 4 parts. There's a fucking CHOIR/Glee Club in one section & they're singing. The second part is staging and bleachers and there's a huge performance. The third part is the actual STATION, and the 4th part is like a super-modern spin on Thomas auditorium & star trek room (C23). This, of course, is where the amazing movie is playing.
I am so overwhelmed by all of this that I leave the station and lean up against the HUGE glass window, and just close my eyes and cry a little, because it is just so much to take in, and just get my wits back. I am so confused and overwhelmed by everything I've seen. And suddenly, Fraggle is there. And he is leaning up against the window/wall also, and just looks at me.
Suddenly, I am back in May 2011, at The Space at the Mission of Burma show, and I see Rob. Now, this did happen- they started up my favorite set, "Mica" and "Weatherbox," and I look around and there's Rob. I wave to say hi, and the crowd and I start grooving to the opening music, which is awesome btw, similar to a chiming clock. {Listen to the opening of "Mica" if you haven't, it'll blow your mind.}
Suddenly, I'm back in 2006/pseudo future WUMF area, and I am walking to get out, because while I'm not scared, dream-me is going “what the fuck is going on?!” So I get outside and the grass is neon, the sky is super bright, the pavement is neon lavender purple, and Scott and Mandi are loading up this SUV- similar to a Subaru Forrester. They don't look happy.
“Uh, what's wrong, guys?” I'm assuming the obvious, like the fact that there's lavender asphalt under our feet. They have this depressed look, and Scott goes, just check facebook. They get in vehicle & leave. So I go online (I magically have an iPad)
Suddenly I am at this diner-cafe with black & white tile floors, and Savannah and everyone else I am talking to online is there- Ross, Christine, Haley, some other people. Who knew, facebook chat is a 50's diner. With milkshakes. Savannah and I talk in lolspeak about nothing in particular, Christine & Ross are playing scrabble, and I hit “exit”, which brings me to...
The bar. This looks familiar though. This is the Granary, but it isn't. The layout, the style, it's the same, but it's nondescript bar, not The Grainhole. I'm sitting there and my friend Joey is sitting next to me. (Joey is a fictional character I used in some of my crappy fiction.) He looks over at me, and he goes, “If he (Rob) came up to you and asked you for a date, for a chance, would you say yes?” Which segues to real life.
This goes back to a very ind-depth conversation I had with my friend Reuben (aka the Big Minty Wolf) in WRJ, who (after drunkenly recounting our taken & missed opportunities for relationships in great detail) told me I needed to drive my ass to Portland, knock on Fraggle's door, and tell him I wanted a second chance. I told Reuben that was ridiculous & I wasn't going to do any such thing, thank you very much. Over it. Done. Reuben then had challenged me, and said, “if he asked you out right this minute, would you say yes?” I told him no. But I also said I would have to think about it. This was a conversation from March 2010- not recently, and I haven't thought about it in an extremely long time.
So I look at Joey, and I go, "really? REALLY? Are you fucking kidding me? I am so done.” And I down a few Kryptonites and then I
am walking up Munjoy Hill. (Which for you not in/from Maine, is a funky spot in Portland over towards the East End.)
I get to what must be the Fraggle residence {in 2009, he was on Morning St.}, and I go to knock on the door, and I hear what sounds like two folks getting busy. So I stand with my fist about to knock, and I stop, and I turn to walk down the steps. The door opens, and this girl from WUMF and one of my prior jobs is standing there, and she goes, “Wait, can I help you?” She doesn't recognize me with short purple-red hair and a knit scarf. I go, “I'm looking for Awful Annie's Crowbar. I can't find it. I thought it was on Munjoy Hill.” She goes, “No, now it's ___________, down the street on the left. {This is partially true- Awful Annie's has changed to Mama's Crowbar.}
I thank her and I go. I'm glad she is there because she liked him, too, and that makes me feel really good inside. So I am smiling and walking down the hill. I get almost to the weird lighthouse/thing {there is a large light-house shaped building on Munjoy Hill that I found out is actually The Portland Observatory.}
and I hit a patch of ice and crack my head on the walk, and I hear this voice I know, but don't know the name of, and I pass out. I wake up,
and I am sitting up in my bed, looking around, looking at the cats and Riza, and I lay back down, and I go back to sleep, (even though I AM ASLEEP) and then
and then I am in Ireland, but in the Ireland-version of the facebook chat room, with Savannah, Ross, Christine, Haley, and some Irish people. And we're laughing. I close my eyes when I laugh
and I open them and I am sitting on a stone wall in this beautiful, rugged field in Irelend. I feel blessed. I feel SO BLESSED. And content. Warm. Blissful. And I am smiling, and singing “Johnny I hardly knew ya” and laughing, and I feel so wonderful and cheerful.
Then I sit up, look at the cats and tortoise, just like I did in the dream, and I'm going, "whoa." And I am awake, but I'm shaken, because I just dreamed this. And I wrote all this down.
So let's recap. Confusion and 2006 grad school basement apartment looking at alice in wonderland styled symbol-plants to overwhelmed futuristic WUMF, to happy flashback, and back, to awkward weird pseudo flashback, to strange Maine present day, to out of body experience my bed right now, to blissful happy Ireland. I haven't thought about Rob in a long time, I haven't talked to Scott in a while, and while I am hoping to go to Ireland and do have "Johnny I hardly knew ya" on my iPod, it's just so weird.
I have no idea what the fuck any of this means.
Two weeks earlier, I had a dream of my knees being gouged out by the grinding tires of a Subaru Forrester and a graphic, gruesome disemboweling & dismemberment.
So I guess if I wind up dead sometime soon, you'll know what the killer was driving.