Reading about people's dreams is often very tedious, and I tend to scan over such things unless they are hilarious or particularly well-written. Here's the thing, though, I am a hypocrite. Here's what I was dreaming when the alarm finally convinced me that I must leave the bed. (I blame Inception, Dark City, Veronica Mars, and my own twisted brain for the following.)
I find myself in an unfamiliar city, standing on a sidewalk outside of what appears to be a large office building with ground-floor parking. Across the street a band is setting up to perform. Their side of the street looks just like mine. It's more of a side street with the major road to my left. The band ends up being Siouxsie and the Banshees. She sings about 20' away from her band like they casted her out but still need her to sing. I rocked for awhile until I noticed that my friend Double N was standing next to me.
He pulled me toward the major road and told me he had something to tell me. I hadn't seen Double N in so long, that I was just really excited that he was there. He had to calm down my puppy reaction (probably relieved I didn't pee on his leg). He was serious (Double N is rarely serious), and sat me down and told me all about the arson he has been committing with other friends. He had to unburden himself to someone, and he chose me. He hoped I still loved him. Then he walked across the major street, and it was suddenly very hot and a practical desert wasteland, and he walked off in to it.
At that point I noticed Reed Diamond (of Homicide: Life on the Street and Dollhouse fame) standing in my shadow. He was a cop and had just overheard Double N's confession. I went running to the parking garage on the ground floor of the office building, and found my red truck (Ex-Cop drives a red truck, and I really hope this is not where my brain was taking me), and was about to get in it to drive maniacally out into nowhere land to grab Double N. Right as I was about to get in to the truck, reality shifted.
It was the same scene and situation, but everything had twisted a quarter turn around me. Thus my truck was pinned up against another truck. Someone appeared and helped me push the truck through a small opening (ha, my parking situations manifested in my dream). I have no idea who this person was, but he said we had to drive to this other place if we wanted to rescue Double N.
He directs me to a church. Just as I am admiring its very sleek modern design, the shift happens again, and I am in some kind of bar. More people have joined me to find Double N. The shifting is happening more often now. We have to envision each move before we make it just in case the rooms shift on us. There were a lot of low ceilings causing dimly lit hallways and there was a red and green cast to everything.
The shifting, though not fun, was pretty easy to deal with until it started going wrong. Wrong in the sense that before we never had to worry about where we were when the shifting happened. Suddenly you had to know exactly where the new walls would appear because you could be split in half by them. This made things very stressful. Added to that was the distinct feeling that I was causing the disaster. The shifting also caused me to get separated from my friends, and I ended up in a totally new place with a bartender trying to tell me how I wouldn't find them again, and should probably go back outside to catch the end of the Echo & the Bunnymen show.
Which made me a bit pissy that I was running through this mad-house shifting world and missing Echo. Double N's troubles be damned!
Then I woke up and missed seeing Ian McCulloch shooting out the stage lighting with his fingers.
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