I had horrible dreams last night. And what sort of makes them worse is that they were relatively mundane and as far as legit NIGHTMARES go, they weren’t particularly terrifying, but I woke up feeling a heavy press of dread worthy of something far more apocalyptic.
I dreamt that we were being evicted. No hard feelings, and as a matter of fact, the hard part was done. Nothing malicious though I don’t remember the circumstances, it was something that was being enforced on our landlord, Jack, from exterior circumstance over which he had no control. He was even doing a lot of work helping us move – when I tuned into events in the dream he was busy taping putting my old Muppet show posters on the walls in the new place.
The new place was somehow our friend Chris Colvin’s old place – he was moving out and the price was right, but for some reason Heather was also moving in with us and, not ideal for a newly married couple, for some reason our beds were all in a row in one room. As I was looking over the space (I think all of this had happened while I was out of town?) I’m realizing that though there’s a lot of open space, ACTUAL space is very tight. Kristen and Heather and our friend Jade are all sitting in one of the beds eating some sort of chocolate mint (this becomes apparent later when I take a nap and I find crumbs everywhere!) and talking about where this can go and that can go… I wander into the bathroom and realize that what the rest of the place lacks is sort of made up for in here – a big beautiful shower AND a separate bath AND a separate hot tub – apparently no-one else had peeked in here yet and everyone gets all excited –
And then I go through ANOTHER door from the bathroom and find a fully-furnished bed room that… should be Heather’s? Why isn’t it Heather’s? I don’t recognize any of the furniture, and there’s an old record player and TONS of vinyl lying around and I get a creeping feeling that though CHRIS moved out, maybe his roommate didn’t and that we’ve picked up a random roommate without really realizing it.
I’m trying to ask the question and no-one lets me get a word in, or maybe I can’t ask the question – but everyone heard me about the hot tub! I’m looking around the apartment trying to get answers, trying to find clues, but no-one’s paying attention to me and I’m beginning to realize that a bunch of stuff didn’t make the move. Gear mostly, other guitars, any guitars?!
Other snatches of dreams about the new place, apparently in a whole new city: roads going through the centres of old massive arched cathedrals, leaning back and looking at the overhanging architecture through Kristen’s sunroof, realizing we’ll probably never see Prince (not out cat) again really upset me, dirigibles? Forgotten things.
