Amen, the thunderbolt in the dark void....

Originally Posted by Cacophony

I'm in a park with some friends. I'm rummaging through my purse and find a receipt... it looks like a receipt, but it says "Fly to New York and find me" with a bar code printed on the bottom. I stuff it back in my purse, confused.

There is some sort of crazed music festival going on. The crowd to get into this thing is massive. We're talking hundreds of thousands of people shuffling awkwardly in strange attire trying to get into this deranged music carnival festival.

I'm separated from my friends and somehow manage to wander inside. There are hundreds of different giant tents set up all over the place. Nothing is labeled, you just have to wander into random ones and see what you find.

I find an old movie theater in the grass, Dookie is sitting on a ledge beside it drinking a beer. I say I'll come back and find him when I find something better.

I find a tent equipped with Nick Cave, Tom Waits, Johnny Hobo and a whole gang of other musicians all sitting in their reserved corners with acoustic guitars. There's a boy singing about being in the tent with these people.

I'm pretty excited so I go back to find Dookie. He's reluctant to come with me but in the end he does.

We spend a long time dancing and singing. Afterwards, I say that I wish I had video taped it or something. Dookie turns to me and says, "you don't remember video taping that entire time?"
"Oh," I say and pull out a tape recorder. We watch the contents of the tape for a while and I make a note to put it on youtube as soon as I get home.

The dream kind of changed here.

I realize I'm going to be in a vampire movie, but the scheduled time to shoot it is 1981, and that was a long time ago so I don't know how I'm going to make this happen. Some movie dude is telling me I can be in a different one.

I go to the place to shoot it and find myself in front of a enormous old creepy house. It's more like a mansion or a castle than a house due to the sheer massiveness of it all. My dog is with me and so is Dookie.

When we open the door we are faced with two sets of stairs, one is on the left and the other on the right. "Let's go left," I say.
"No," Dookie replies, "let's go right."
"Well, let's just split up. I'm taking Daisy (dog)."
"Okay," he says.

As I descend down these strange stairs I notice a horrible smell. The carpet is this tacky 1970's yellow flower print that's very worn.

I get to the bottom of the stairs and it's completely pitch dark. I grope around for a light switch, but before I can find one the lights turn on. I'm in a living room den that looks like it's straight from the Brady Bunch. At the far end of the room I see... Marie Antoinette's corpse.

My dog runs over to it and I start freaking out for her to come back, which she does eventually and we bolt up the stairs. I go to the next set of stairs where Dookie is still descending.
"Sweet zombie jesus," I say, "Why don't any of these stairs go up?"
"Yours didn't?" He asked.
"No, and there's a god damn corpse rotting in there, Marie Antoinette."
"Woah," he said taking a step back. "Maybe we should get outta here."

Out of nowhere I smiled realizing I was dreaming. I took Dookies hand and Daisy's paw and we rocketed up out of the house and into the sky. We were flying through the air and there were rainbow trails following us wherever we went.