march 22, 2012
the dream(s): i’m driving down a narrow road, possibly two lanes. to my left there’s a massive pickup truck. the tires are huge. the body of the truck must be 12 feet off the ground. it’s a women’s soccer team. they have a party going on in the bed of the truck. somehow i know they have a keg and a BBQ. i don’t know why they’re driving so fast. i’m worried they are going to tip over on me. i’m out of my vehicle and walking along in the rain. i have basic rain gear. i’m holding my camera. for some reason it has the yellow-trimmed nikon neck strap. but it’s my canon with the hand strap. a woman skirts out of the way to give wide berth to some tourists. i see she has a giant photo bag backpack and excessive rain gear. she’s with a couple of japanese tourists, though she herself appears to be caucasian. i can tell she’s new to semi-pro photography. i’m at an AA meeting. i have a high-hat and two small toilet-paper tube-size mallets. i don’t know why i don’t have drumsticks. i figure out a good rhythm on the high-hat. but i can tell i’m disturbing the meeting so i move to an adjacent room. i have a snare drum and i put a beanbag pillow on top to muffle the sound. now i have drumsticks. i start hitting them and the sound is like a really cool dance beat. i’m hanging out in a kitchen and my brother and his friend are there. they’ve come over to hang out. they brought nachos and they are wearing matching red basketball uniforms. i feel bad that we can’t party like we used to. my buddy ‘R’ is describing a metal guitar riff from one of his favorite bands. i start to pretend that i know who he’s talking about but i have to come clean and say i’m not interested.
