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.

allen m:
i don’t know the context of the dream, but like all dreams, it made sense at the time. i was trying to fit some object into a container of soil (or bucket of sand). the actual objects are vague, but the feeling was like trying to plant a seedling or tree sapling in a large pot. the people with me kept insisting that it would fit in the pot, but we tried and tried and it wouldn’t. finally i told them we needed to dig out more of the stuff in the pot.

my friends from college eventually wandered by the area where i was trying to do this. they basically found me with a shovel trying to put something into a pot. for some reason, this was extremely awkward. they were all drinking and their beer cans were mixing into the stuff that i dug out of the pot.

i end up getting in a car with my mother. we’re heading toward this dream’s version of my girlfriend’s house, which was really weird in itself, because in the dream, i know exactly where she lives and why i want to be there (i don’t remember those outside of the dream, but my dream-mind was really confident in this info). for some reason, my girlfriend was a red-headed white girl. for some reason, i really need to be there before 7 pm.

my mom misses a turn that would take us directly to her house. her reaction to my directions are very slow, she seems tired or drugged up. she ends up turning on to i-76 because she thinks that’s the best way to turn back around. i’m concerned that she will miss the one and only exit that would put us where we need to be and get to my girlfriend’s house on time.

i decide to kill time by reading a book or magazine, only to look up and find that my mom has fallen asleep at the wheel. she’s run the car in the left lane off into the shoulder, and is mere seconds from crashing into the car in front of us. i tell her to wake up, she doesn’t respond. i am forced to grab the wheel and yell “STOP!” at the same time. only then does she respond, but her waking up causes more trouble than good. she eventually gains control and i take over driving.

i take the nearest exit, only to find myself being cut off by a stream of traffic in the direction i want to go in. i circle around this residential area and for some reason, i cut through this person’s driveway, because i think it’s a back road that leads to where i need to go. as i reach the back of the person’s house, someone comes out, and it’s oddly one of the featured guests on the “opie and anthony show.” i make a joke about him being a serial killer, because they often do that to this guy on the radio show. i suddenly fear for my life and want to drive away as quickly as possible.

in the end, i come across this lodge. it’s like a clubhouse or bar. i no longer seem to be interested in getting to my dream-girlfriend’s place. i don’t know why i was there, but in my dream it made sense for me to stop in. an alien looking thing comes into the bar, it’s hiding behind a door. it looks like a small green teletubby crossed with geico’s gecko. the owner tells me that this alien boosts all the electronic signals in the area. the lodge’s wifi can be accessed for miles outside of the place and the alien can steal all sorts of satellite television feeds.

and that’s when i woke up.