Dream sequence on 12-20-07
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I realized that I was involved in a dream. Woke myself up with in a dream. I found myself inside a theater sitting in a darkened room. Waiting for the next music act to follow, A feeling of anticipation was in the air. Finally the musician appears and the person is non other than my ex lover Faye. I witnessed some amazing drumming ( heard it clear as if I was there , which reinforced my felling for it) and visual stimuli. As the music unfolds into intro I began to vibrate with her drumming and copying her patterns. A jerk spectator turn around and tells me that I will never be as good. WHY THE HELL NOT! I look close as my the lover acknowledges my presence with a nod. I did as well return the gesture but was actually nodding in reciprocation to the slick syncopated drumming sequence that was filling my ears. I believe that I could of been vibrating or moving in my sleep , while laying in bed. Towards the end of the set, I caught two screens flashed before me , part of the artists ability is to create musical and visual Homages of her favorite artists.
One was the guy from the Cars surrounded by girls, while smoking a cig, it was not really Ric Ocasic as i further squinted to see the make up of the poster. I was more in tune with the drumming break down rather than studying the homage piece. I do admit that I focus on sound more that sight. MEH! And the other was a homage mix of Davide Bowie all la Space Oddity , and the make up of a punk apocalyptic feminist band , with matching gritty effected garbled voice to accompany along.

Next scene I tried to get close to my lover girl as the crowd was circling each other , like how folk dance fire walking goes. I was of course somehow in the center. Trying to hide myself from the artist / lover, so I did not look her way.
Feeling regrettable of that decision, I at least tried to blend in with the song and dance. I was soon sussed out by another participant with a remark that went " You were never invited". WTF!!! I hate when that happens. I attempted to join in on the chanting. I believe that at that moment I opened my mouth and must of uttered an incoherency while in a state of being somnambulistic.
I eventually left the celebration with discontent.


Different location and setting.
Having powers in a dream and being able to use them at will is fantasy come to life.
My arsenal consisted of Flight, X ray, Night Vision, Flood Lamp Vision??. The plot was to find the missing bag of money. Romanticism? Whatever,

Other sensations and event are spotty at best. Some of it went like this. I meet a beautiful Islander woman who I encounterd before in the story, that I have copious relations with, in the theater in a garage way,on the mountain top. Not that I dream of dreaming of these encounters, but she just appears
and is always there.

And thats about as much as I can muster at this point.
AWSOME!!!!


What do you make of it?

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