Dreams 6 (I know, it's out of order)
Okay, this was from a little while ago, so much of it is lost. One thing about it was it was very long. I usually only remember about 15 minutes of my dreams, but this one lasted about 45 minutes to an hour. The detail was much greater than I'll relate to you, but again, this was weeks ago. (Sorry, I've been busy with work and the holidays.)
I was somewhere that looked very much like outside the Towers at Hofstra University's north campus. I was walking along with a friend when I ran into Alysha. She needed me to oversee a setup. I had to set up a press conference in a room similar to a lecture hall and was having trouble finding it. Alysha couldn't tell me where it was, but I persevered, and after walking through the bowels of the buildings (think Spinal Tap,) I found my way. But lo and behold, there was no gear there to set up, and the conference was already under way. This didn't bother me in the slightest. After all, I didn't know about it until about 10 minutes previous. Alysha had made her bed and now had to lie in it. S.E.P. Somebody Else's Problem. And besides that I was needed elsewhere.
Without moving geographically, I was at Baltimore's Inner Harbor. The gig was in an 80 foot diameter inflatable sphere supported by 6 or 8 inflatable legs going straight down into the harbor. So naturally, it was out in the harbor, away from the pier. The only way to get gear and personnel out to it was via a string of It's-a-Small-World-After-All-style boats running along the edge of the pier. So I loaded up some gear into the boats, and hopped in. As the track came alongside the inflatable, it rose to about 60 feet to reach the top side of the sphere. The only way in was through a door that were strangely like lips, keeping a horizontal slit closed. So I kind of squeezed through and slid down an esophagus-like tube about 15 feet and landed on the floor of the room inside which was very like a moon bounce ride at carnivals and whatnot. I realized that there was no way I was getting any gear into this room, and if I did, there was no place to set lights up. No stable surfaces, no hanging points, no nothing. Many of my friends (Alpha, Beta, Suze, Drew, Mal, Nick, Andy, Bob, Chris, Paul) were seated on the floor of the room, passing around a hookah, and offered it to me. I politely declined, explaining that I had to pee in a cup the next day, and they said I'd better leave before I got a contact high. I deemed this good advice, and slid out an exit tube to the waiting boat below, wondering how to tell Alysha that the gig was a no-go.
I was somewhere that looked very much like outside the Towers at Hofstra University's north campus. I was walking along with a friend when I ran into Alysha. She needed me to oversee a setup. I had to set up a press conference in a room similar to a lecture hall and was having trouble finding it. Alysha couldn't tell me where it was, but I persevered, and after walking through the bowels of the buildings (think Spinal Tap,) I found my way. But lo and behold, there was no gear there to set up, and the conference was already under way. This didn't bother me in the slightest. After all, I didn't know about it until about 10 minutes previous. Alysha had made her bed and now had to lie in it. S.E.P. Somebody Else's Problem. And besides that I was needed elsewhere.
Without moving geographically, I was at Baltimore's Inner Harbor. The gig was in an 80 foot diameter inflatable sphere supported by 6 or 8 inflatable legs going straight down into the harbor. So naturally, it was out in the harbor, away from the pier. The only way to get gear and personnel out to it was via a string of It's-a-Small-World-After-All-style boats running along the edge of the pier. So I loaded up some gear into the boats, and hopped in. As the track came alongside the inflatable, it rose to about 60 feet to reach the top side of the sphere. The only way in was through a door that were strangely like lips, keeping a horizontal slit closed. So I kind of squeezed through and slid down an esophagus-like tube about 15 feet and landed on the floor of the room inside which was very like a moon bounce ride at carnivals and whatnot. I realized that there was no way I was getting any gear into this room, and if I did, there was no place to set lights up. No stable surfaces, no hanging points, no nothing. Many of my friends (Alpha, Beta, Suze, Drew, Mal, Nick, Andy, Bob, Chris, Paul) were seated on the floor of the room, passing around a hookah, and offered it to me. I politely declined, explaining that I had to pee in a cup the next day, and they said I'd better leave before I got a contact high. I deemed this good advice, and slid out an exit tube to the waiting boat below, wondering how to tell Alysha that the gig was a no-go.