Weird dreams. Camel drives, boyfriends and loading gear.
Orion has wandered down the stairs and takes up residence under my desk as I shake off the morning dreams and I’ve just helped Kristen load cello after cello and pan after pan into her Subaru so that she can play gig after gig this weekend… oh how the tables have turned! For this weekend.
It’s like I’ve had to load a ton of gear TWICE this morning – but I’m getting ahead of myself. First I had to GET to the gig.
Apparently we did that by camel. I dreamt that Kristen and I were riding a camel, Heather wasn’t too far behind. She’d earned her very own gig camel somehow, but we were in a vast caravan of camels that stretched as far as the eye can see in single file, running at full-speed towards the horizon, which apparently is where the gig was. I don’t think the whole caravan was going to the show, but it was sort of, you know, desert rush hour.
I was sort of leaning off to the right side of the camel to see around the press better because every once in a while a perpendicular crossing of elephants would occur. They were very fuzzy (not hairy like mammoths, but… fuzzy) and moving at high speed, and they seemed to not care about the oncoming camels, simply sprinting out and into the caravan, causing camels to bray and swerve suddenly. I yelled out a warning every time it happened so Kristen could avoid the damned things. The guys on the elephants all had these shiny conical hats on and I just remember the elephants looking very, very happy.
Heather’s camel had all the instruments, ours had all the PA equipment, and every time we’d suddenly swerve I had this fear that something would fall off and I did a lot of checking of ropes and netting to make sure it was all okay.
And it WAS all okay. We arrived in Baltimore (!) at the Walters Museum (!!) intact and in my Saturn (!!!) and even early so we had time to wander around town for a little bit. At this point we’d been joined by Christylez Bacon and it got a little awkward in the dream when I went to kiss Kristen and it turned out that Chris and I were now dating, not Kristen and I. He got kind of upset, but in a very stylish fashion, and we talked about converting to Islam for a while. We then signed in to the museum, but Heather was having trouble because she kept thinking the sign-in list was a set list and she kept putting down song names and that didn’t match her ID. Finally I signed in FOR her and we played some sort of gig and I’m sure it was wonderful…
But then we loaded all the gear BACK into the Saturn (I was really relieved to find my car intact as the guard had mentioned they’d had a lot of car break-ins in the SPOT I’d parked in) and we drove back to the Commons (the dorms at MICA) because suddenly I was back in college… but I had my Saturn and ALL THE GEAR but still Lived on the third floor… so after my third trip hauling speakers and guitars up three stories I finally woke up…
…Just in time to help load Kristen’s gear. Man, it’s 10.30am and I’m already exhausted.
