Dragging my Mind Over the Gap Between Is's

Tuesday, June 28th

I. Late

This dream starts with me eating dinner with my parents in the house I grew up in. I don’t remember the conversation all that well but at one point I am trying to convince them to come to a show I have that night with one of the local bands I play in (a thousand miles away from this house…) She doesn’t want to be out late, etc. I tell her that the singing isn’t the best but I really like the writing and she would also.

As I am washing my dish in the sink, S.A is suddenly there and tells me they are focusing more on the vocals now. She starts singing either the song “Lie Down” or a song that I’ve never heard before; either way what strikes me now thinking about it is that she is somehow singing in harmony with herself.

I am not sure of the reason, but I then travel to the venue where the show is at without any of my equipment. I think I may have been under the impression that the show had been cancelled. I am on my bike and for some reason I bring it to the second floor of a building I’ve never been in. I text J.L to see if the show is still happening, then realize he’s standing on the stage directly in front of me, with several girls behind him and to his left (I suppose this the new “vocal emphasis,” I do not recognize anybody on the stage as being actual band members. They are standing eerily still.

I ask him if the show is on and, if so, when are we playing. He replies that we are to start in a couple of minutes. I am now in a hurry, my absolute least favorite state of affairs. I think about biking down the flight of stairs which I walked up to get into this room, however I see a chain link fence right in front of the doorway at the bottom so I decide this is a bad idea. A 12-ish year old kid looks at me strangely.

Despite my haste, I apparently manage to write down a dream I’d had earlier that night (and remember virtually none of now) in sidewalk chalk down about a hundred yards’ worth of sidewalk on my college campus. All I remember of this is fixing one word. It may have been the word “Directions.” I have to correct myself on making an E, and then have to go back to the beginning of the word to put a D where I’ve accidentally written a B. I am evidently lost in thought so none of this strikes me as out of the ordinary at the time. After this slight detour I find myself back in my actual house in North Carolina.

I am racking my brain trying to figure out everything I’m going to need. I wake up A.L, who is asleep in the living room, and tell him it’s time to go play this show. He walks like a zombie out the front door. I do not even recall whether or not he put a shirt on. Meanwhile I am trying to consolidate all my pedals, and find my black button-up shirt – I had noticed that everyone on the stage was dressed quite nicely.

I am then in a car, presumably on the way to the show, however C.A and E.M are in the car with us for some reason. C.A, in the back seat next to me, is talking about how she is moving out the next day, and how difficult her roommate is to get out of the house. She also mentions that the show is supposed to end at 7:45, and this worries me greatly as I look at the clock inside the car and it is about 7:10. About here is where this dream ends.

II. Fragment – Speeding Over Hills with Miles

At some point last night, I was in some sort of inner tube that went very quickly across land with Miles Davis. We were trying to get somewhere in a hurry. The landscape was extremely hilly. At one point the craft flipped around and I found myself propelling us forward with my feet as fast as I could in a Fred Flinstone-esque fashion.