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vivian:
new roomies shawn and andrew and i are in a band together. that band is headlining a house show this evening. apparently, i’m the guitarist, which is majorly like WTF because i don’t know how to play the guitar. i’m like, “are you sure this isn’t a mistake? i can’t play!” and they’re like, “yeah, you can! we’ve played a show together before!” but in my dream memory what i’d played before was bass, not guitar. so i’m trying to think back, but no guitar memory comes to mind. and i don’t even know the songs! we haven’t practiced once, so i’m calling for some practice time cause though i can’t play the guitar, i should at least know the songs so i can try. i say that i know the individual guitar strings’ sounds, but not any chords. unfortunately, the sounds i know each string to be in the dream aren’t real sounds but like, manufactured “guitar hero”-type sounds or something that don’t really translate to real life. so we go home, which is wooden-ish and kind of rickity. but no real dice in practicing cause they keep getting easily distracted. it’s all making me mega antsy and nervous, and finally, it’s 8:30pm, and we were supposed to play at 9:00pm or something. so, i’m thinking WTF, but then someone invites us to dinner, and despite having a show and being in a time crunch, we go to dinner at some restaurant, and the dream ends here (i wake up due to the alarm clock).

jeanette:
long ass muthafuckin dream. random part of the dream –- i’m watching this movie or something and basically the whole point of the movie is… you can change your life by changing the way you view life. the movie is tinted with a rose complexion, meaning… if you just take life and its mishaps and add a rosy layer on top, you can be happier and live a happier life. later in the dream (non-related), i enter a movie set on the water and we are spinning on this raft thing. lots of friends and co-workers are on set. eventually, we end up on a floating contraption (huge, steps, different levels, etc.) and secondhand serenade, a local band, is playing a set. long, weird, twisted dream, but i remember music and a scruffy yummy man in the end of the dream.

vivian:
lenny’s mom has a house chock full of dogs of all sizes and shapes and breeds. one day, all of the dogs are sick. they’re lying with their heads down, not moving. i think they are dead. basically anywhere you walk in the house, a dog is sandwiched in a corner, dead. a small black lab (or similar) distinctly sticks out in my head. lenny’s mom talks about how she is going to buy some replacement dogs, and i think that thought is horrific, because i am convinced there is a virus that is making all of those dogs simultaneously sick. bringing more dogs would just mean more sick dogs. she doesn’t seem to be listening, though. someone tells me that only two of the dogs have died. the other ones are just “sleeping,” although as far as i can tell, they haven’t moved in forever.

i go outside at some point and there are crowds of people everywhere as there is some kind of music event like sxsw going on. i see these five people dressed up like a hybrid of cops and homey d. clown from “in living color”. the suits are blue but with exorbitant frills everywhere. it is some kind of publicity stunt, and the group’s name is something like the ____ (insert cop-related word that starts with a t). they’re like pretending to arrest people and then giving them flyers. later on, i’m in a car, and a few cop cars whizz by. but i take it to mean that they’re not real cops; they’re the members of that group. i point out to someone sitting in my passenger seat that, “see? their siren colors are slightly different.” after i say that, though, i look at the lights and see that they too are red and blue, like a cop’s, and think that normal civilians wouldn’t be riding in ANY car with blue lights. i do not point this out.

inspiration: i had played “grand theft auto 4” before going to bed. sorry, there was a lot more detail i don’t remember well.

mike s:
i woke up in this bar with black walls and a concrete floor. the tables were circular, tall and had deep red surfaces. almost like a red wine color. at each table was a group of three people wearing veils. i kept running into old band mates, who were basically all arguing with each other. apparently i was at a show in a bar where some of my former band mates were playing. i kept asking them why they decided to play a 21+ show and they all tended to avoid answering the question.

all of the vacant tables had playing cards on them. they were all placed facing down right where someone would normally sit. i picked up a few to see if they were actually cards from a deck only to find out that on each card was a portrait of someone i know. old friends, ex-girlfriends, former co-workers, etc. it was all people who haven’t been in my life for a while.

towards the back of the bar was a “backstage” area sectioned off with a dark red curtain. i went inside to find a large gray beetle with a human head and penis receiving oral sex from two women.

mike s:
i’m at the practice space and two former band mates are there. i’m not sure why they’re even in the same room, as i was in two completely different bands with them and they’ve never met. they were talking about forming a band. when one of them would leave the room to use the bathroom or get food out of the vending machine, the other guy would ask me about the person who just left.

i got a knock on the door and there was this lady asking me if thousandswilldie would like to play with candiria. i was floored and said, “sure. but we’re such a different band. why are we playing with those guys?”
she didn’t answer and just started writing our name on the wall along side a huge collage of upcoming show flyers with her promotion company’s name on them. i’m guessing those were all the shows and this one was really far in advance, so she didn’t have a flyer yet.

gregg, my drummer, shows up with no beard. if you know gregg, you’d know that his beard goes down to the middle of his chest. nobody recognized him. he was also wearing a very large tie-dyed cypress hill shirt and kept saying something about yong-sung not coming to practice (we’re a three piece, so no guitar player at practice makes no sense).

the promoter lady comes back and says we need to be at a campsite ASAP so she can meet with all the local bands she’s promoting. there was some BBQ going on. we get there, and the campsite is right next to a suburban neighborhood. as we got closer, it looked as if the entire campsite was on a steep downhill grade. we kept trying to explain this to the promoter, who apparently lived in the neighborhood next to the site. i remember falling asleep in my car just before waking up for work.

mike s:
my band has decided to move in with another from san jose called in disgust. strange decision on everyone’s part because we don’t work anywhere near sj. so, we’re moving in and notice this creepy kid in a brown tank top who removed all of the laundry machines out of the designated room and installed several computers. the only program he’s running is this virtual porn video maker. the program allowed him to make any girl possible from a huge bank of traits (physical and personality). je kept making girls that i knew and naming them something else.

matt (guitar player of in disgust) was being kind of tense and i made a crack about how he looked like michael bolton from “office space”. he got frustrated and left. so, rich (his drummer) and i suddenly became good friends and were hosing kids down as they rode their bikes past the house. at this point, i don’t know where my band mates are. i asked around and found out that no liquor store in san jose sold blunt wraps (that made no sense), which sent gregg out of town in a huff. yong-sung was making friends with everyone in the neighborhood up the street (which was incredibly steep, like lombard street in SF).