n00dle wrote:Damn you...I hardly ever remember my dreams. And you know how theoretically whatever you were last thinking about, or what has most been on your mind lately is more likely to appear in your dreams? Not with me, mine usually are totally random, and if I ever DO recognize something in it, it's something I haven't thought about in like 6 months. My dreams suck! Anyone wanna trade?
I still have dreams about kids I went to kindergarten with. Often I will revisit the settings of dreams in instances years apart, such as the twelve dreams I have had in a combination school/hospital/laboratory complex. I know every inch of that structure.
Last night I was riding in the minivan with my grandfather to help do some construction on a church I haven't been to in ten years. We had just gotten out of a Marilyn Manson concert that was crashed by a very angry Amy Rose, who was apparently filming a music video with a plastic bucket on her head and did not like the interruption. Anyway, it was early morning, and as he was driving, a small child bolted out in front of the van. I told him to brake, which he did, but only after the child had disappeared from our line of sight. Behind me I heard the child's older brother ask "Is he bleeding? Oh shit, he is!" And then we sped off.
The one before that involved me, seven years old, waiting at a dilapidated pizza parlor for something unretrievable. I think I was just waiting. Anyway, the pizza parlor also doubled as the corner of Figueroa Blvd. and Neptune, though there was nothing to suggest that that's where the parlor was located; it was just a simultanaety. Anyway, a gaggle of young friends, perhaps in their late teens, came into the parlor, and I wasted no time in wowing them with my talents involving a strange musical instrument. It was a wooden square filled with large holes; a 9x9 grid, if you will. Each of these holes had a red piece of material suspended within, and an apparatus resembling a box of plastic shoes sticking straight up into the air was attached to this grid (they were easy to separate). When the thing was assembled, pressing down on one of the shoes resulted in a full-bodied pipe organ sound. It was beautiful. I played a noxious tune on this instrument while ascending a metal ladder, and...
Okay, I've just run into another dream I had five years ago. I guess I've been to that parlor before. I'll end it there.