The Day, The Dream

February 20, 2007

I woke up around 8:40 AM and was too anxious to go back to bed. It was Friday morning, and the weekend I was slaving for all week was approaching. I got out of bed and took a shower, brushed my teeth, etc.

Class was more enjoyable than usual. I must have been on drugs or something. Everything seemed funny. We saw a clip from a movie; I forgot the name. I thought it was funny when the main character was having sex with his co-worker on the photocopy machine in his dream.

I had lunch at Sexton, the Reef was too full as usual. I decided to skip my 2:40 class. I had to make time to go down to the cities to pick up my band's equipment for our gig on Saturday at CSB. I kept receiving phone calls from Chakong about renting speakers for the performance. I left campus around 2:00 PM.

The drive home seemed longer than usual. It was such a struggle to stay awake.
I tried to look for my CD of Albert Hammond Jr tracks, I couldn't find them in my car.

3:15 PM I picked up Dave (my drummer) at the U of M Twin Cities campus. We then headed to my house to pick up my mom's SUV. My mom was apparently sick when I got home. My dad was fixing something for my mom to eat. We then headed to Dave's house to pack up the equipment. I bought some girl scout cookies from Dave's sister.

The drive back to CSB was very long. Snow was falling like ashes, and the sky was a deep purple. Dave and I would exchange words here and there about bands, music, girls, and life. The drive took around two and half hours.

We arrived at CSB and unloaded our equipment on the top floor of Gorecki. I exchanged a few words with friends on our way in. A girl named Anne was there, we looked at each other but never exchanged words. She must be shy or just cold.

When we finished unloading, rehearsals were still going on for the festival on Saturday. I was called over by the Japanese girls to say hello. "That girl" was there with 'that guy,' I decided not to say anything to her yet. I watched some of the rehearsals, the Japanese dance was the most interesting. I talked to "that girl" after she got off the stage. She seemed more in tune than usual with what I had to say, but I knew she was leaving with "that guy." Women are confusing, or I'm just clueless.

Dave and I finally set up our equipment. I was relieved when Dave and I found out how to work the P.A system. Dave and I decided to go to Wendy's to get something to eat. On our way back, the rest of the band members arrived at my sister's place in Saint Ben's.

Later on that night, we all gathered at Theo's place. Jak (the bassist) had an intense mohawk; I wasn't sure how I felt about it. Andy (the keyboardist/synthesizer) brought "Rock Band" for the Xbox 360. I found it ironic that a band was playing 'rock band.' Everyone had a good buzz going. I sucked at the quarter game; I can't seem to toss the quartar just right.

I sang Bon Jovi's "Living on a Prayer." I was chewing gum, and everyone buzzed on their beer bumped me. I accidently swallowed my gum, but when I said it out loud, it sounded like something dirty.

I went to bed around 2:40 AM.

The Dream

Most of my dream was set during night. The sky was a deep purple, but the lights along the streets and buildings were orange. There was a girl in my dream, around my age, who was someone I knew well. But in reality, I never knew this girl before. She told she wanted to do heroin; she wanted to see the world in new ways. My friends Theo and Jak also wanted to do heroin. I remember telling them not to do the drug, but they refused to listen. I gave them an ultimatum, to choose between the drug or our friendship. They chose to do heroin, and I remember deleting them from my contacts in my phone.

I remember walking fast outside, through some house parties. I missed the bus, so I decided to walk home. There were tents along side the road with lines of people waiting outside. I saw Gwen (from our class) waiting in line. I decided to wait in line as well.