Dreamlog: Travels With Sparky
We go to see a band that is more noisy than good. I capture about 3/4 of what turns out to be their last number on my camera, and when it's over I start to clap, but I stop after 5 or 6 claps because nobody else is clapping. Nobody. This is inside, and then I'm outside, in front of a half-shell dome kind of stage, about 10x20 or maybe 15x25, the floor raised maybe 3 feet from the ground, hardwood boards, some not-too-bad dubstep playing and I get up on the stage and start messing around a bit; a young lady joins me, trying to match up to my moves, and that lasts about a minute and then it's some old Rolling Stones song*- I can't remember which one when I wake up- I tell her, "I could do something with this if I had the equipment," beatboxing in some of the additional beats and samples friom other songs, then I say, "Maybe it's supposed to be a slow dance," and we snuggle up appropriately but we don't move much, because we can't quite find the rhythm for that in the song, either. We draw apart a bit when the next song comes on, arms still around each other's waists, and as she's talking, somewhere in the middle of it she goes, "puh, puh, puh," a couple of times, almost spitting**, and I want to ask, "What, did I get some on you?", but it doesn't come out.
Then it's off with Sparky to the RV we're traveling in. I'm seated at the dinette table behind the driver's seat about to light up a cigarette (apparently I have no emphysema here); Sparky can't get the engine to turn over, finally says, "I think we're out of gas; we're going to have to take the car to get some," so we're off in an automobile- one we were towing?- there's nothing about unhitching it or anything. After several tries at places that look like gas stations but aren't, we find a place that might be a gas station, but we're not sure. If it is, it's very stripped-down; the pumps (if that's what they are) are slightly oblong boxes with no awnings over them or stuff to wash the windows or anything- the place looks closed, the kiosk is dark, but Sparky gets out to see if he can figure out if the pumps might be one of those types that don't require an attendant's attention...
dream ends
NOTES:
*This might have been the radio in the kitchen- she left it on, and I noticed it when I woke up. but not consciously enough to have noted what was playing at the time.
**This might have been one of our cats trying to get my attention- if so, not by enough to wake me up, and they don't usually bother me when I'm in bed anyway.
Then it's off with Sparky to the RV we're traveling in. I'm seated at the dinette table behind the driver's seat about to light up a cigarette (apparently I have no emphysema here); Sparky can't get the engine to turn over, finally says, "I think we're out of gas; we're going to have to take the car to get some," so we're off in an automobile- one we were towing?- there's nothing about unhitching it or anything. After several tries at places that look like gas stations but aren't, we find a place that might be a gas station, but we're not sure. If it is, it's very stripped-down; the pumps (if that's what they are) are slightly oblong boxes with no awnings over them or stuff to wash the windows or anything- the place looks closed, the kiosk is dark, but Sparky gets out to see if he can figure out if the pumps might be one of those types that don't require an attendant's attention...
dream ends
NOTES:
*This might have been the radio in the kitchen- she left it on, and I noticed it when I woke up. but not consciously enough to have noted what was playing at the time.
**This might have been one of our cats trying to get my attention- if so, not by enough to wake me up, and they don't usually bother me when I'm in bed anyway.