Lost it, two days in a row

At a barn, a wedding maybe.

Nope, lost it.lost it

Pieces of a Comeback

I was with my friend Randy C (who I saw yesterday for the first time in a long time) and I guess we were selling his old junk that I had helped him go through to the dump. While we were there I found an old electric guitar, red colored, that had a cool sixties kinda roundish body with a speaker in it. It played and sounded cool. In the end I was counting the money, pulled out a big wad of cash and handed it to Randy to count. I dug around for a while and came up with I think about $13.

I remember thinking it was strange that Randy just put the money in his pocket like that was his cut (for some reason I feel like he had only about $36). I asked him what was doing with the money and he said 'well you got that guitar, right?'. I thought, ya, I guess I did, and we called it even.

While I was writing this I remembered pieces of some other dreams from last night. In one I think I was selling books. I remember a huge counter in shape of three sides of a square, like a square U. I remember huge lines, like a back up of people, but can't be sure if it was outside in a parking lot or indoors.

I also remember very vaguely a part involving Dion (who I received an email from yesterday after not having talked for a few weeks) and us needing to open a bank account for some money or move money from one band to another, or maybe just close out an account. I can't remember why we had this account though, or what exactly we were doing.

During the dream with the guitar I just started to be aware of myself in the dream near the end. I think I could have stayed in it longer if it weren't time to get the kids up for school. It's another season of not getting much sleep.

Ugh. Sleepiness vs Enthusiasm. Sleepiness winning.

Dreaming like crazy. Just too tired to get up and write before I forget. Disappointed in myself but I have to be functional in my day to day life before I can commit to fun in my dreams.

Two Crazy

Had a couple crazy dream things happen last night. The first was that within a minute of lying down for bedtime Denise got up to go to the bathroom. When she opened the bedroom door to come back to bed she woke me up from what seemed like a full length production of a dream! I wish I had written it down but a)I was so tired, and b)I was trippin that I had such a dream within minutes of passing out.

The other funny dream I had last night was closer to waking up this morning. I only really remember the end moments. I was playing in The Bangles as a keyboard and percussion player. When we got to the gig, the stage was jam packed with gear, I mean REALLY jam packed leaving only room to stand in one place and walk through a maze to get anywhere. The nutty part was that I was positioned in the back of the stage behind tons of gear. My 'rig' was set up in a rack sort of set up with keyboards above each other and the drums at the top; about eight feet high! I couldn't get up to them, but could just reach them with the sticks. To top it off I had no monitor or sound at all where I was, and could just barely hear enough from the front of the stage to try to follow along not really sure of what I was playing without being able to hear myself. We had no sound check, but were just sent on stage straight to playing. I could see the stage monitor sound guy well enough to give him the "what the hell is this" and " I can't hear anything" look while mouthing my thoughts to him. He was giving me the "what's your problem" and "I don't have time for you" look back.

End of dream. Woke up to my son punching me in the eye ball in his sleep (his little fist is just small enough to not catch any bone structure around my eye, and just get full eye ball contact).Now I have an ear ache in my eye. Ouch.

Fascinating

I must say, I am totally fascinated with the psychology of dreams suddenly. Psychology, right? Is that what I am fascinated by or would I put it another way? I think that's it.

Anyway, I felt compelled to fire off a quick note before I actually fall asleep, as I was doing some last minute research in bed anyway. So I'm sitting here in bed reading some email and such when my wife, who went to bed about a half hour ago and is now quite asleep, turns to me and says something. Sure that I must have mis-understood, I ask 'What's that?', to which she repeated..."Are you done with the shopping cart?"! I couldn't help but get the biggest grin and chuckle to myself while pondering my response, then replied simply 'yes'. She then appeared to be satisfied, rolled back over, and went back to what she was doing, I imagine.

Dreams are funny. I can't wait to get into mine. Goodnight:-)

From Canoes to custom basses

I'm writing the beginning of this last so I don't remember much early on. I don't know where I was, but I was there because the band had a gig. I remember it being very dark, even inside. I remember going up some stairs and there being rooms up there. The only person I remember right now was Jon Axtell. I saw him, we chatted a little and split up. There were a lot of people at this place. I was shown around by a woman at one point, I think the person who was in charge. That place seemed very real. I feel like I was there for so long but don't remember enough now. I wish I could remember more of this part because it was very interesting and detailed, clearer than normal for me. I hope it's because I am making progress remembering details. From there, my memory jumps to me having this canoe type vessel in the mountains or hills, with a Marin type feel, but I really don't know what the setting was. I was 'canoeing' down the trails. It was very exciting. I was going really fast up and down trails, through yards even when I finally ended up stuck in someones yard.

I was lost, not sure where to go or how to go. A woman came out and I was able to explain my situation to her while she listened unbelievably interested rather than angry that I was in her yard (should have been a big red flag that I was dreaming). As I explained, it seemed suddenly she was taking a bass guitar off of a stand that was in front of me on her back porch where she was standing. There was also a jazz bass still hanging on the rack. She began to play the one she took down as I was explaining my situation to her. This bass was very custom, though. It looked like carved wood and had a hinge type mechanism which she used that seemed to bend and stretch the strings to get different sounds, tones, and pitches out of it. It was quite complex but I don't know how else to describe it.

Just then, Gracie woke me up because she had had a scary dream. This was when I realized that I had been dreaming. But before writing this down and while I was comforting her, it occurred to me that this is my daughter who wakes up from her dreams (on command I might add...intentionally) quite often remembering every detail.

I listened more intently as she described her dream and began asking her questions about how she 'handled' things. She told me how if things get too scary she just wakes up. More interestingly, if someone is about to say something you don't want them to say (and I did get the impression she meant anyone, not just her) she just mouths the words she wants said instead and it changes what is said in her dream. Amazing! I was so intrigued and was not only enjoying talking with her about her dreams, she was enjoying that I was so interested and engaging in conversation, looking for her advice and examples of how she handled things.

I couldn't wait to write all this down! I waited until she felt comfortable and was ready to go back to bed and quickly started jotting all this down. I could feel the memory slipping away as I wrote so I started at the end and worked backwards. Quickly my hand started to hurt from writing so I opened up my computer and finished typing. It's still early. I hope there is much to come...

Exhausted

I feel like last night I had huge dreams, yet I completely lost my focus. I mention not that I went to bed around 2am, not that I'm not used to that, but it leaves me a bit exhausted and I still have to get up early.

What do I mean by losing my focus? I don't remember hardly any of it. I do somehow remember that I did in fact dream a lot, but in the course of dreaming I don't believe the idea of being aware or recording details ever occurred to me. It was not until I'd woke up this morning and was just laying there in exhaustion and a little pain and it hit me. WHAM! Crap, I forgot to record! Quick, remember...remember...remember...

There was a medium-large body of water. It seemed natural but was so still and I think square that it may not have been. You could see the other side from where I remember being. There was also a short wall on one side where near the end of my dream Lili and I were crossing on a small ledge on the side of the wall.

I remember this dream being long and detailed, but don't remember of the detail. Bummer.