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!!)