"i had that dream again..."
no, not that one.
actually, i've been waking up lately remembering a couple dreams. i wrote these two down, though, 'cos they were odd.
.one.
sort of a surreal first-person view-thing... (i suppose that's a given, being a dream and all). walking through a club. there's a beautiful blonde woman sitting at a table. almost speakeasy-type of club. smoke, jazz, people in fancy sort of dress. then begins the shoot-out between the mafia and what i think is the yakuza (led by a japanese woman in a long red dress). i notice a sign. "Standard policy: shoot the red-head. they always cause trouble." i think i'm there as part of the mafia, 'cos they don't try to kill me. the japanese woman gets into an argument with the blonde about having an affair or something. blonde: "we've never met before" japanese: "an unfortunate circumstance that will not be repeated. by the way, where is your family?" blonde gets a shocked look on her face, and the japanese woman says "well, i at least have my husband's head on a pike" (or maybe she said 'on a horse' - i'm not sure and i wrote down both just in case). robert deniro's there, either as a cop or a mafia goon dressed as a cop. i'm not sure. (but he's deniro, he can do what he wants.) we save the blonde, get out to the parking lot, realize that there's only a few of us left, but less of them, and consider it a victory. the blonde woman takes off her wig to reveal that she's a red-head, and the cause of all the fighting. then i wake up.
yeah, i don't really get it either.
.two.
skye and i are building bicycles with her father(?) - talking about how we met. he seemed to like me and i him. he's a nice guy. at least, in a dream he is. maybe we were married or something. (continuation of previous skye-dream, maybe). then we all went on a ride.
actually, that one happened first, and then the mafia-yakuza shootout dream, but that one was more interesting, so i did that one first.
and now i start hearing one of the songs from "...endtroducing" -- "this is a song about life, death, love, hate, wealth, poverty, racism... just a few things been runnin' through my head."
i'm going to have a cigarette and go to bed.
perhaps the head-noise will clear up after a night of sleep. not bloody likely though.
actually, i've been waking up lately remembering a couple dreams. i wrote these two down, though, 'cos they were odd.
.one.
sort of a surreal first-person view-thing... (i suppose that's a given, being a dream and all). walking through a club. there's a beautiful blonde woman sitting at a table. almost speakeasy-type of club. smoke, jazz, people in fancy sort of dress. then begins the shoot-out between the mafia and what i think is the yakuza (led by a japanese woman in a long red dress). i notice a sign. "Standard policy: shoot the red-head. they always cause trouble." i think i'm there as part of the mafia, 'cos they don't try to kill me. the japanese woman gets into an argument with the blonde about having an affair or something. blonde: "we've never met before" japanese: "an unfortunate circumstance that will not be repeated. by the way, where is your family?" blonde gets a shocked look on her face, and the japanese woman says "well, i at least have my husband's head on a pike" (or maybe she said 'on a horse' - i'm not sure and i wrote down both just in case). robert deniro's there, either as a cop or a mafia goon dressed as a cop. i'm not sure. (but he's deniro, he can do what he wants.) we save the blonde, get out to the parking lot, realize that there's only a few of us left, but less of them, and consider it a victory. the blonde woman takes off her wig to reveal that she's a red-head, and the cause of all the fighting. then i wake up.
yeah, i don't really get it either.
.two.
skye and i are building bicycles with her father(?) - talking about how we met. he seemed to like me and i him. he's a nice guy. at least, in a dream he is. maybe we were married or something. (continuation of previous skye-dream, maybe). then we all went on a ride.
actually, that one happened first, and then the mafia-yakuza shootout dream, but that one was more interesting, so i did that one first.
and now i start hearing one of the songs from "...endtroducing" -- "this is a song about life, death, love, hate, wealth, poverty, racism... just a few things been runnin' through my head."
i'm going to have a cigarette and go to bed.
perhaps the head-noise will clear up after a night of sleep. not bloody likely though.