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JACOB MAZER'S DREAM #442
A good one. I was holding a metal festival in the back yard at my parents house. The house was as it was when I was younger, when the back porch was enclosed with all of this torn up up mosquito wire and painted an ugly shade of pale purple. I was a bit dismayed at first, as I was caught up in securing some logistical details-- waiting for some people to arrive, giving directions, and eventually getting stuck inside a bus with a bunch of little kids, which was tense and definitely a drag. I missed every act who was playing except for the last one, which was Iron Maiden, but I was so stoked to see Maiden that I didn't even mind.
For a while, Maiden were sitting in the space below my porch, just talking and getting ready to play. Bruce Dickinson was absent, off roaming around the house, and it was pretty dark down there, so I decided to put on a big fluffy wig and go down there and pretend to be Bruce Dickinson. I fooled them for a while by being pretty quiet, until the real Bruce Dickinson came down (his hair was much shorter than my wig) and in facetiously challenged me to a swordfight for his place in the band. All of them kept talking about someone named "Annie" upstairs, who I variously believe to be either Andy Warhol, Annie Leibowitz, or me (the name "Annie" would have been short for "Manishevitz" which they had dubbed me on account of my jewishness).
I went up the steps back into the house to put on some different shoes and take off the wig, passing several members of the 90's X-men on the way in: a short-haired Rogue and Storm, who smiled at me with very bad teeth. I got paranoid about my own teeth and went inside to brush them but someone else was in the bathroom so I just checked them in the mirror and they seemed to look ok.
Iron Maiden was about to start playing so I went back out to the back porch. They were set up in the middle of the back yard. It was starting to rain, so everyone was standing either on the porch itself, or beneath it. Meanwhile, most of the yard had flooded-- waist high water, except for where Maiden were set up. Everyone except Bruce Dickinson were wearing menacing robes of purple. Carni was standing next to me and we were both very excited and staked out good spots on the porch. Maiden started playing (I realize now that the song they were playing was not in fact an Iron Maiden song, but rather "Into The Void" by Black Sabbath. We looked down and saw that some people had found some kind of ford and were making their way across the flooded area to stand right next to the band. Carni and I immediately went down to join them, even in the rain.
We got up very close to the band, basically standing right next to them. Bruce was blocking most of the band, but then stepped back so that Dave Murray could take the foreground. A pendant around his neck began to glow, causing Carni to jump back in alarm. Murray began to manipulate the pendant and the beam of light it cast, which seemed to alter the tone of feedback emitting from his guitar.
Then I woke up. I'm told I was drooling on myself.
Other than that, it's been black iron prison, black iron prison, black iron prison.
A good one. I was holding a metal festival in the back yard at my parents house. The house was as it was when I was younger, when the back porch was enclosed with all of this torn up up mosquito wire and painted an ugly shade of pale purple. I was a bit dismayed at first, as I was caught up in securing some logistical details-- waiting for some people to arrive, giving directions, and eventually getting stuck inside a bus with a bunch of little kids, which was tense and definitely a drag. I missed every act who was playing except for the last one, which was Iron Maiden, but I was so stoked to see Maiden that I didn't even mind.
For a while, Maiden were sitting in the space below my porch, just talking and getting ready to play. Bruce Dickinson was absent, off roaming around the house, and it was pretty dark down there, so I decided to put on a big fluffy wig and go down there and pretend to be Bruce Dickinson. I fooled them for a while by being pretty quiet, until the real Bruce Dickinson came down (his hair was much shorter than my wig) and in facetiously challenged me to a swordfight for his place in the band. All of them kept talking about someone named "Annie" upstairs, who I variously believe to be either Andy Warhol, Annie Leibowitz, or me (the name "Annie" would have been short for "Manishevitz" which they had dubbed me on account of my jewishness).
I went up the steps back into the house to put on some different shoes and take off the wig, passing several members of the 90's X-men on the way in: a short-haired Rogue and Storm, who smiled at me with very bad teeth. I got paranoid about my own teeth and went inside to brush them but someone else was in the bathroom so I just checked them in the mirror and they seemed to look ok.
Iron Maiden was about to start playing so I went back out to the back porch. They were set up in the middle of the back yard. It was starting to rain, so everyone was standing either on the porch itself, or beneath it. Meanwhile, most of the yard had flooded-- waist high water, except for where Maiden were set up. Everyone except Bruce Dickinson were wearing menacing robes of purple. Carni was standing next to me and we were both very excited and staked out good spots on the porch. Maiden started playing (I realize now that the song they were playing was not in fact an Iron Maiden song, but rather "Into The Void" by Black Sabbath. We looked down and saw that some people had found some kind of ford and were making their way across the flooded area to stand right next to the band. Carni and I immediately went down to join them, even in the rain.
We got up very close to the band, basically standing right next to them. Bruce was blocking most of the band, but then stepped back so that Dave Murray could take the foreground. A pendant around his neck began to glow, causing Carni to jump back in alarm. Murray began to manipulate the pendant and the beam of light it cast, which seemed to alter the tone of feedback emitting from his guitar.
Then I woke up. I'm told I was drooling on myself.
Other than that, it's been black iron prison, black iron prison, black iron prison.