Desultory ramble about my dream last night...
So one of my dreams last night involved being at what appeared to be a bastardized version of my old high school, and Dave Matthews (lolwut) was playing and needed a drummer. So they asked me to do it. O_o
(Keep in mind, I can't play ANY instruments, and can only sing a little at best.)
The crowd was absolutely teeming...seemed like tens of thousands of people were all packed into my tiny little high school gym. At one point, Dave made some sort of smartassed remark to some people on the right side of the stage, like "We can smell that", even though I couldn't smell the pot or see anyone smoking (I have vivid dreams so I have experienced that before).
Anyway, so we started playing some song that I've heard on the radio before but don't remember the name to, and pretty much brought the house down. People loved it, and for some reason I was ACTUALLY playing the drums despite the fact that I've never done so in my life. It was wild.
So then the song's over and they say to take a break, and I remember hurtling out of there like a bat out of hell, trying to find SOMETHING before the next song. I can't remember if I just wanted a drink, or something, but yeah. Ended up running into a guy I went to school with (Timmy B.) who was dressed as a security guard or police officer or something, and positively raving about how much he loved what he did, and doesn't regret turning his back on academia (Timmy B. was crazy-smart way back when).
By this point I'm having an utter conniption because I know that I've taken too long, and I run back to the gym only to discover some new people playing Warren Zevon's "My Shit's Fucked Up" (how apropos). I leapt up the stairs in sock feet (somehow the boots I'd been wearing had disappeared) to be met with this dude in a durag at the top of the stairs saying that they'd gotten another drummer, which was fine with him because he never wanted to drum again. I asked if he was DMB's drummer, to which he replied yes (it didn't look like their drummer at all though), and kept saying he couldn't escape this one person, and pointed to this guy sitting several feet away, who ended up being my friend Adam. O_o Then there was this other dude in bondage pants and an ICP shirt, looking vaguely like a longer-haired fatter Dave Navarro, and he was complaining that Adam was just a slavedriver, and performing was just a chore now, etc. In my dream I knew him, apparently (I remember thinking I met him on OkCupid like I met Adam and was trying to hide him from everyone I knew, or something), and so I figured I would somehow intervene. I was trying to distract Adam from the durag guy (since for some reason I thought he wasn't supposed to be there and there'd be drama/fights), so I greeted the ICP guy and kissed him quite passionately, to which Adam got markedly pissed off. All the while, some people on stage are playing Peter Gabriel's "Shock the Monkey". O_o
So I'm trying to intervene and avoid fights between these guys when suddenly Adam sits down at a piano, someone else sits at another piano wayyy across the stage, and they start playing "Mary" by the Scissor Sisters. Now, everyone who knows me well knows that I love this song despite it making me bawl my eyes out every time I hear it. So in my dream, I decided I would fight my maudlin bullshit and sing for everyone.
Mind you, I was quite far away (near the second piano, which was hanging from a patio swing for some reason), but my voice positively resonated and people cheered, despite not being able to even see me on stage. Adam and a couple other guys sang too, and I managed not to cry during the song, surprisingly. Afterward I ran down the stairs in bare feet (also not sure where socks eventually went) and ran into this other juggalo dude whom in my dreams I apparently knew. He had a handful of condoms, and one of them looked unfamiliar so I examined it, and they were made of jelly (like those sticky hands you get in Toy 'N Joy machines). I pinched it and it accidentally broke, so I kept trying to give him one from MY pocket but all I had were the cheap skinny kind that fit in the emergency keychains. He kept telling me it was okay and that he didn't need to take one from me, but I told him where I worked and that I had no problem getting access to condoms, so he was fine to take one. He looked relieved, and then we came across this little cantina in the school that contained NOTHING but thousands of different condoms. There were two girls waiting on us, and the one talking to me was raving about my Type O Negative t-shirt and how I'd just LOVE to see them in concert (seen them 4 times :P), even though I'm not sure where that shirt came from, either, as I hadn't been wearing it before. Just as I was about to respond to her, my alarm went off, so that ended that...but WOW. O_o Weirdest dream in a LONG time.
(Keep in mind, I can't play ANY instruments, and can only sing a little at best.)
The crowd was absolutely teeming...seemed like tens of thousands of people were all packed into my tiny little high school gym. At one point, Dave made some sort of smartassed remark to some people on the right side of the stage, like "We can smell that", even though I couldn't smell the pot or see anyone smoking (I have vivid dreams so I have experienced that before).
Anyway, so we started playing some song that I've heard on the radio before but don't remember the name to, and pretty much brought the house down. People loved it, and for some reason I was ACTUALLY playing the drums despite the fact that I've never done so in my life. It was wild.
So then the song's over and they say to take a break, and I remember hurtling out of there like a bat out of hell, trying to find SOMETHING before the next song. I can't remember if I just wanted a drink, or something, but yeah. Ended up running into a guy I went to school with (Timmy B.) who was dressed as a security guard or police officer or something, and positively raving about how much he loved what he did, and doesn't regret turning his back on academia (Timmy B. was crazy-smart way back when).
By this point I'm having an utter conniption because I know that I've taken too long, and I run back to the gym only to discover some new people playing Warren Zevon's "My Shit's Fucked Up" (how apropos). I leapt up the stairs in sock feet (somehow the boots I'd been wearing had disappeared) to be met with this dude in a durag at the top of the stairs saying that they'd gotten another drummer, which was fine with him because he never wanted to drum again. I asked if he was DMB's drummer, to which he replied yes (it didn't look like their drummer at all though), and kept saying he couldn't escape this one person, and pointed to this guy sitting several feet away, who ended up being my friend Adam. O_o Then there was this other dude in bondage pants and an ICP shirt, looking vaguely like a longer-haired fatter Dave Navarro, and he was complaining that Adam was just a slavedriver, and performing was just a chore now, etc. In my dream I knew him, apparently (I remember thinking I met him on OkCupid like I met Adam and was trying to hide him from everyone I knew, or something), and so I figured I would somehow intervene. I was trying to distract Adam from the durag guy (since for some reason I thought he wasn't supposed to be there and there'd be drama/fights), so I greeted the ICP guy and kissed him quite passionately, to which Adam got markedly pissed off. All the while, some people on stage are playing Peter Gabriel's "Shock the Monkey". O_o
So I'm trying to intervene and avoid fights between these guys when suddenly Adam sits down at a piano, someone else sits at another piano wayyy across the stage, and they start playing "Mary" by the Scissor Sisters. Now, everyone who knows me well knows that I love this song despite it making me bawl my eyes out every time I hear it. So in my dream, I decided I would fight my maudlin bullshit and sing for everyone.
Mind you, I was quite far away (near the second piano, which was hanging from a patio swing for some reason), but my voice positively resonated and people cheered, despite not being able to even see me on stage. Adam and a couple other guys sang too, and I managed not to cry during the song, surprisingly. Afterward I ran down the stairs in bare feet (also not sure where socks eventually went) and ran into this other juggalo dude whom in my dreams I apparently knew. He had a handful of condoms, and one of them looked unfamiliar so I examined it, and they were made of jelly (like those sticky hands you get in Toy 'N Joy machines). I pinched it and it accidentally broke, so I kept trying to give him one from MY pocket but all I had were the cheap skinny kind that fit in the emergency keychains. He kept telling me it was okay and that he didn't need to take one from me, but I told him where I worked and that I had no problem getting access to condoms, so he was fine to take one. He looked relieved, and then we came across this little cantina in the school that contained NOTHING but thousands of different condoms. There were two girls waiting on us, and the one talking to me was raving about my Type O Negative t-shirt and how I'd just LOVE to see them in concert (seen them 4 times :P), even though I'm not sure where that shirt came from, either, as I hadn't been wearing it before. Just as I was about to respond to her, my alarm went off, so that ended that...but WOW. O_o Weirdest dream in a LONG time.