October 4th, 2005.

The last couple of days have been “off”. Sunday and Monday have been spent at the mall, wandering back and forth, reading and watching movies. We got out to see Serenity (which was nothing short of spectacular, though very sad) and Transporter 2 (which was something short of spectacular, which was very sad). I do Love mall-walkin’, but I’ve got the feeling of stress and wasted time, and I’m eager to get back to playing. I’m working on a new song about hanging Christmas ornaments.

I keep remembering my dreams, which though welcome, is a rarity. It means I’m ACTUALLY sleeping, I suppose. Getting enough rest to even manage REMiness and dreaminess and rememberance. The night before was a very nice erotic fantasy about someone I’d met recently. I’m not going to go into too many details, but I fear it was kind of stereotypical porn-ish. I was some sort of pool boy or maintenance guy and the woman was looking for help getting her bed hooked on to something. She asked if I had something to nail it with, and it really went downhill from there.

Good dream though. I woke up in a confusion of hair and disappointment.

Last night I dreamt of being in the studio (yes, I know that’s a damned HINT) and of fighting with our studio engineer. I’d dreamt that a number of the tracks had been screwed up and I woke up angry and cramped.