I dreamed I was a farmer’s wife, and the farmer had a gorgeous pet falcon.  He decided over the course of time that he was going to fly away with the falcon.  I loved them both so much and I wanted them to stay.  So I stood out in the field and waved my arms and threw out corn or something to attract the falcon and make it come over to me.  It did, and eventually the farmer followed it over to me and I flung my arms around him, sobbing and begging him "please don’t leave me!  I love you, you can’t go away!" Then as I was embracing him I realized that under the overalls, the farmer was made out of balloons.  So he was already gone, he was no longer flesh and blood like me.  :-(

Poster by Clinton Reno at GalaxyReno.com… it’s for a show I’m playing in Columbus.

I was staying as a guest in somebody’s grand mansion, waiting for a conference to start.  I went to the conference and there were long lines of people waiting to check in and get their badges.  I walked past a looooong line of attendees and straight to one of the guests-of-honor VIP lines.  I stood behind and began talking to the old NYC mayor Ed Koch.  We were ruefully trading stories about waiting in lines at other conferences.  "You know when you get there on Wednesday but you don’t have time to actually register and get your badge until Thursday or Friday? And sometimes you know one of the guys who works the booth, and he spots you before you’ve registered and you have to tell him in a stage whisper, ‘I’M NOT HERE…’"

I dreamed that I dreamed I was helping a giraffe get out of a bad situation.  When I woke up (in the dream) I realized I hadn’t really "helped" the giraffe, I’d simply taken it away from its home at the zoo.  I knew I’d done a bad thing but I didn’t know how to make it right without getting in big trouble with the police and the zoo people.  So there I was, on the lam with this awesome young giraffe.  I had him on one of those long retractable leashes — he wasn’t much taller than I was, and was quite friendly, docile and intelligent.  I loved him.

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I dreamed I was listening to an old vinyl LP called "Music for Vacuuming" as it was being played over the public address system in a stately old apartment building.  Four or five vacuums ran in the hallway, magically guided by unseen hands.  They were following each other in a circle in the common area by the elevators, sucking up some special cleaning dust that had been sprinkled onto the carpet.

I dreamed I was in a dorm room with another girl as my roommate.  It was in some other city and I was packing my suitcase to get ready to go home to Chicago.  As I was discussing this with the roommate though, I realized I wasn’t completely finished with my schooling and would need to complete my studies at a school that wasn’t in Chicago.  I asked the roommate where the school was, and she pointed it out on a map; it was in St. Louis.  "Well that’s not *too* far from Chicago," I thought, but I was still really disappointed that I couldn’t go home right away.

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I dreamed I was in a big loft-space apartment, it was mine (but not one I recognized) and there were some other people around including a boyfriend (who didn’t "match up" with any boyfriend I’ve had in real life).  I was getting annoyed because the place was so full of clutter; there were piles of big rolled-up posters on the bed and shit all over the coffee table.  I was looking for a cassette of John Lee Hooker’s Jealous so I could play it; I knew it was on the table but there was so much junk on there I couldn’t locate it.  Then I got a phone call from an old friend (who I pictured in my mind but don’t recognize in real life).  He told me my old pal Robbie Jacks had died — I got all confused because I knew he’d already died in 2001.  But apparently he died again. The friend explained that they weren’t sure how it happened, but that there were some weird rumors floating around about it, and if I heard them, I shouldn’t believe ‘em.  I hung up and started crying and feeling the same shock and grief I’d felt before.  I looked up and Jolie Holland was sitting on a chair in front of the couch, talking to some of her friends who were sitting next to me.  I apologized for crying about my friend dying, she said not to worry about it.  She told me about another friend of hers she’d just seen who’d also been crying ‘cuz his mom had just died like a week earlier.  She said the friend had said "just ignore me!" And I said… "Yeah… ignore me too." Jolie: "Don’t worry about it!" Me: "Okay… ::sob::"

(I dreamed about Robbie a few years back too; betcha a million bucks I’m not the only one who keeps having dreams about that guy!!)

So I dreamed I was living in a great big castle, whoo-hoo!  ha ha.  Complete with handome English chaps galloping on horseback in the mist-covered fields outside.  And ONE of y’all (I will decline to say who) lived in the castle across the street (LOL). We were totally about to get it on at one point but I found him to be Too Young For Me so we just stayed friends.  tee hee.  (It’s times like these that it’s so great that I don’t have a boyfriend ‘cuz I’d never recount this stuff if I did!!)

Also, I was strolling around downtown in some city, and went into a bar/restaurant just to see what it was all about. I was informed that the eatery was formerly owned by an old gangster — not Al Capone but somebody else with the initials RR?  The matchbooks had RR printed on ‘em.  The door to the place was just a hole built into the ceiling and I had to make friends with a sassy waitress before she’d let me know how to get out. (You had to climb onto a counter and stand on a certain table, reach up, and pull yourself out.) I walked off and then had to go through yet another restaurant, I think that one was Earl Abel’s in San Antonio. But there was a mariachi band in the foyer, which would never happen at the real place.

I went to Pakistan last night!  Heheh.  Never been there but I sure dreamed about it.  I don’t know why I was there, it wasn’t to play music but more as an observer, and/or to visit a sister of mine who was living there (not Lucie or Lilly but a new one, ha ha). I was dropped off dreamwise into a street market in a remote town, sparsely populated, very few houses.  There weren’t too many people shopping, but some.  Mostly what I saw was just the one short and narrow market-street sloping down to meet another street, a long one that ran perpendicular to the market. On the longer street there were a few extra booths on one side, and then a few houses; the opposite side just had a guard-rail with a panoramic view of a giant plain with a few mountains in the distance.  The fields close to the road were tilled, so I assume that was farmland, but beyond that it was just dusty plains with a bit of scrub-brush here and there.  (Don’t ask me if that bears any relation to the real Pakistan.)

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I can’t sleep, I can’t sleep, I can’t sleep!  I just had another dream.  I was waiting to ride to the doctor’s with a group of guys: John, and a bunch of my old roommates from when I lived at the loft space on S. Wabash.  We were in my grandparents’ old house?! And I had my laptop sitting there open, and while I was in the other room, they got into my website and changed everything.  They posted a whole series of weird photos and strange graffiti-like entries, changed the template so it had a black background, erased all my old entries.  Not only that, they removed all the icons from my dock and replaced my Firefox browser with some horrible version of Internet Explorer that had no menus so I had a hard time even closing it.  I was already all upset and worried about the lump on my neck and couldn’t believe they’d fuck with me that way, don’t they have a heart at all?  I couldn’t get my computer back the way it was, or my website either, there was no time.

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Weird little snippet of a nappy-dream:  I’m laying on the couch in somebody’s living room, surrounded by snoozing bandmates cocooned in their sleeping bags.  It’s time to get up; everybody rustles to wakefulness but Ryan, who’s reclined on a La-Z-Boy type chair next to the couch.  I give him a gentle "Ryyyyannnn…", nothing happens.  A little louder: *Ryan*.  Nothing.  So… "RYAN!" Nope.  Everybody’s all… what the fuuu??  So I kinda yell it this time RYAN!!  The bandmates and I look at each other in horror thinking "This guy is either completely deaf and he never told us, or he’s fuckin’ with our heads!" I give him a noodge on the shoulder and he does wake up and gives no indication he was foolin’.  But then he starts talking so… huh.  Prank?  Or for real?  How can a person be a bassist and be deaf?  He must be feeling the vibration of the low notes through his feet, and he must be an excellent lip-reader.  Weeeird.  Well, as long as he can play, I suppose.  Oh, and I noticed a HUGE spiderweb going all across the room; I pointed it out to Ryan and plotted out the course I’d have to take to avoid it going to the bathroom/kitchen or wherever. Just in case no one wanted to play the hero and rip it down; that sure wasn’t gonna be ME.

I just woke up from a bad nightmare!  I was spending the night in this old woman’s big one-story house, along with a lot of other people.  There were a lot of bedrooms and I wasn’t sure which bed I was supposed to get.  My old friend Sandy (who I haven’t seen in 15 years) was there, it was cool talking to her, and I think John was there too, and some others.

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I dreamed that a guy named NATHAN GRABOWSKI (that’s right, NATHAN GRABOWSKI) did a big coffee-table book of photography on me.  Well, kind of… it was about half photos of me and half trippy nature photos.  I was looking at the book in my dream and I remembered that the guy had followed me around for a day wandering around the beach, in the woods etc.  He wasn’t a hipster guy but more like a rumpley-coat sports photographer or something.  He took kickass pictures though.

I just Googled him, and no luck.  I have no idea how I came up with that name.  I want my own art book, just like Madonna!!  Oh pardon me, Esther.

I dreamed Beck changed his name to Exobeck.  You know… "exotic" plus "beck" equals… EXOBECK!!  Yeah, pretty stupid, but what if he really does it?  Just remember you read it here first.

I dreamed I was at some school, but it was on a houseboat?  I left my stuff on a picnic bench outside on the deck (or pier?) and went in.  I was supposed to attend some meeting, they were making some decisions about how to run the school.  I didn’t understand why I had to be there since I didn’t even go to that school, but I was supposed to be there so whatever.  I went into the meeting and most of the people there were frat-boy types dressed up in suits, whereas I had my normal slouchy clothes on. They didn’t like me, they were sneering a little, and it pissed me off but oh well, I put in my vote anyway.  I was glad when the meeting was over though.  I went outside to get my purse and jacket, and found my purse had been opened and all my stuff was strewn around on the picnic table. I knew I’d been stupid to leave it out there.  After a minute of searching I realized my passport had been stolen out of my travel-wallet, shit!! But I thought about it and realized no, that travel-wallet is in my other bag at home, not this bag.  Which made me realize I must be dreaming, and I woke up.

I just dreamed I had a job working for TechTV’s The Screen Savers!!!!!!  And Leo was there… and Kevin was there… and Morgan was there… and Patrick was there too!  But Morgan isn’t even on TSS anymore, and Sarah and Jessica weren’t there, but whatever.  Wow, it was so cool!!  I guess I must really think of those folks as my pals after watching their show every day for so long.

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