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I just woke up and remembered what was happening while I was asleep... I don't remember ever having such cliché dreams but.. here we go. It's very broken because I'm just going to write it as it comes to me. Meh..
In my dream, I was laying in Morgan's loft bed. Morgan was not there. I either began to daydream, or I fell asleep... but I was never in that room again. The point of view changes... I think in this part of my dream, it registered to me that I was xadamx and I was seeing through a camcorder. I saw a young version of myself scared looking and standing alone, I saw Jen Millis, I saw Mat Wilding and Pat O'Dea. Everyone was mingling, everyone was busy... The basement was packed with people... all of them running or saying silly things for the camera... and then the camera focused on Kendrah. A band starts playing. Presumeably, it's Moment... a few songs go by in the eye of the camera lens and all it watches is a distortion pedal. No filming of the band is done, and I don't remember there being any vocals... just music.
I don't remember how the basement emptied out, but Kendrah and I were left standing there alone, arm in arm. The point of view is my own again. There were no more vents hanging from the ceiling, only holes where the screws once were. There was no washing machine, no drier. Just grey, dirt... I turned around and noticed Justin Chechile's drumset, taken apart and laid out against the wall, covered in dust... they looked like they hadn't been touched in years.
Next I remember sitting in what registered to me as Kendrah's bedroom [though it wasn't her bedroom as it is now, or ever was]. We were looking at her livejournal [this is NOT how I usually dream, people!] and she had a picture posted. Suddenly, I was in this picture and no longer in Kendrah's room. In the picture, Kendrah and I are standing arm-in-arm again, looking into the window at a movie theater, but we aren't looking inside, we're looking at the reflection. Brian Foley is standing to my left and behind us in the reflection, I noticed Morgan, blowing his nose. We were standing below a movie theater sign like that at the Coolidge. Christmas music was playing, and it was beautiful.
Next, I'm at a present-day show at some basement. Kendrah and I are standing arm in arm and she tells me that she burned a cd for me, and on it are songs I,"will defenitely remember."
Jon and Ginn enter the basement. Ginn takes a seat on a lone chair in the rear corner of the basement, still pregnant and very much so... Jon is obliterated, can hardly stand. This is when I notice how old everyone around me is.. no other faces looked familiar to me and Kendrah was suddenly gone.
I went upstairs and as I was about to leave but first I noticed through the glass window on the door Steve Fournier, sitting on the stoop hunched over, crying. I went outside and sat with him and I don't remember anything other than offering him a ride. We went up the street, got into the Buick...
I drove down two unfamiliar blocks and suddenly I was doing 70 miles an hour. I remember noticing that I was on Higgins St and then speeding straight out onto Comm ave. The car was sideswiped by another oncomming vehicle, and I remember looking over to Steve as the car spun. His head was bleeding, but he had the most wild smile on his face.
Then I woke up.
In my dream, I was laying in Morgan's loft bed. Morgan was not there. I either began to daydream, or I fell asleep... but I was never in that room again. The point of view changes... I think in this part of my dream, it registered to me that I was xadamx and I was seeing through a camcorder. I saw a young version of myself scared looking and standing alone, I saw Jen Millis, I saw Mat Wilding and Pat O'Dea. Everyone was mingling, everyone was busy... The basement was packed with people... all of them running or saying silly things for the camera... and then the camera focused on Kendrah. A band starts playing. Presumeably, it's Moment... a few songs go by in the eye of the camera lens and all it watches is a distortion pedal. No filming of the band is done, and I don't remember there being any vocals... just music.
I don't remember how the basement emptied out, but Kendrah and I were left standing there alone, arm in arm. The point of view is my own again. There were no more vents hanging from the ceiling, only holes where the screws once were. There was no washing machine, no drier. Just grey, dirt... I turned around and noticed Justin Chechile's drumset, taken apart and laid out against the wall, covered in dust... they looked like they hadn't been touched in years.
Next I remember sitting in what registered to me as Kendrah's bedroom [though it wasn't her bedroom as it is now, or ever was]. We were looking at her livejournal [this is NOT how I usually dream, people!] and she had a picture posted. Suddenly, I was in this picture and no longer in Kendrah's room. In the picture, Kendrah and I are standing arm-in-arm again, looking into the window at a movie theater, but we aren't looking inside, we're looking at the reflection. Brian Foley is standing to my left and behind us in the reflection, I noticed Morgan, blowing his nose. We were standing below a movie theater sign like that at the Coolidge. Christmas music was playing, and it was beautiful.
Next, I'm at a present-day show at some basement. Kendrah and I are standing arm in arm and she tells me that she burned a cd for me, and on it are songs I,"will defenitely remember."
Jon and Ginn enter the basement. Ginn takes a seat on a lone chair in the rear corner of the basement, still pregnant and very much so... Jon is obliterated, can hardly stand. This is when I notice how old everyone around me is.. no other faces looked familiar to me and Kendrah was suddenly gone.
I went upstairs and as I was about to leave but first I noticed through the glass window on the door Steve Fournier, sitting on the stoop hunched over, crying. I went outside and sat with him and I don't remember anything other than offering him a ride. We went up the street, got into the Buick...
I drove down two unfamiliar blocks and suddenly I was doing 70 miles an hour. I remember noticing that I was on Higgins St and then speeding straight out onto Comm ave. The car was sideswiped by another oncomming vehicle, and I remember looking over to Steve as the car spun. His head was bleeding, but he had the most wild smile on his face.
Then I woke up.