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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).

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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.