5/9/13
beautiful adventure, new orleans, cafe bamboo, hardcore show, anarchist
jondilks
I had a dream last night that I was playing hockey with a number of derby people. I was a defenseman, naturally, and I was back towards my own blue line when the puck came down the ice in my direction. Tara was chasing after it, but I was fairly sure she wouldn't be able to catch up. I wasn't sure if I should pinch in and take a chance on that until she dove for it and came up completely short. That was when I dug in and headed up-ice as fast as I could. But when I got to the puck, I realized that I'd left my stick somewhere (where? and why didn't this occur to me earlier?) so I just kicked the puck ahead as hard as I could. I got more onto it than I anticipated, and it went all the way behind the goal line. The goal was much larger than regulation, but I didn't think much on that. Diva was in goal. Even though I was on defense and without a stick, I decided that the best thing I could do would be to go try to screen her while other people made the plays and took the shots. So I set up in the crease and it was just a moment or two before one of my teammates scooped up the puck from behind the net and passed it out front to Ali in the slot. She took a slapshot that I was afraid was going to fly right into me and hurt tremendously, but instead it went between my feet, just barely glancing off one of my skates in the process (and no kicking motion, so when it went into the net a millisecond later I was sure that nobody was going to contest the goal). We all celebrated - including Diva: I couldn't be sure if she was being supportive or if she didn't understand what was going on - and then some guy came off the bench area with a stick for me. It was made of white carbon fiber, no tape or logos or anything to dull its brightness.

I had a dream last night that I believe involved bowling with Amber.

5/8/13
beautiful adventure, new orleans, cafe bamboo, hardcore show, anarchist
jondilks
I had a dream last night that I was supposed to be playing a show with Eric, except that nobody told me until the very last moment. Maybe he'd decided to let me collaborate with him on an impulse and I just had to catch up. He was already mostly tuned and soundchecked, but I wasn't even sure what instrument I was going to play. He also wanted me to set up the MicroKorg so that he could use it, and that took me away from being able to make progress for myself for a while. Finally I seemed to have all that ready to go and I grabbed the first thing I could find - the old Fender P - and figured I could make that work well enough at the last moment. Except that it wasn't tuned, and he was right about to start the show... and although I figured it wouldn't be that hard to find an amp to plug into, there didn't seem to be any at my disposal. He started and I just began playing along as though everything was fine, while I scanned around casually for something to plug into. No use getting frantic: he already had the situation under control. Interesting detail: I think our venue was the CHA choir room.

5/7/13
beautiful adventure, new orleans, cafe bamboo, hardcore show, anarchist
jondilks
I had a dream last night that had a cinema scene of a traffic circle in London, nighttime, a big statue or obelisk in the center, nothing but taxis taxis taxis driving around it. Four lanes of them, at least, and densely packed. Most of them were just going in circles, not actually heading anywhere. But one of them made a weird departure from its orbit and flew off down a road at the 2:00 position or thereabout, from my vantagepoint. It drove erratically down the block or so, moving in such a way that suggested maybe it was a model and was being stop-motioned very poorly, until it crashed into the wall of a big old stone building - a prison in which I was being held. It didn't smash directly into the cell that I shared with some other guy, but it was closeby: just a few dozen feet further down from me. And although my exterior wall wasn't damaged, I took advantage of the opportunity and broke out while the guards were distracted with the accident. I burst through the wall - it was shockingly easy to push through - and my cellmate and I took off on foot, running down dark streets and trying to make turns often so that our path was as convoluted as possible. Eventually we reached a carpeted area (in the middle of the road?) and we paused there for a while to get our bearings. Nobody was chasing us, to our knowledge, but we still needed a plan: we'd been acting on impulse the entire time, hadn't been planning on escaping until the opportunity presented itself.

5/2/13
beautiful adventure, new orleans, cafe bamboo, hardcore show, anarchist
jondilks
I had a dream last night that I was touring apartments (or maybe touring my own place?) and I was concerned by the dirtiness of the kitchen countertop. The counter itself was made of butcherblock wood and it would have been a very good effect if it weren't for the stains and crumbs and everything else that was mashed into it. I found a clean spot and put my hands on it, perpendicular to the surface and six inches apart. Then I lowered my head down to their level so that they served as blinders and blocked out all the rest of the grime. But even in that cleanest spot I began to notice bits of grit here and there.

I had a dream last night that I was officiating a derby bout that was in an ice rink, or somesuch combination of sports. My main concern was that one of the teams was ready to go, but the other team - consisting of Ray Merriweather, Dave Lee, and some girl I didn't recognize - was still waiting on most of its people to show up. We skated in circles in the meantime, trying to keep busy until we could get started. I got bored of this and skated out the door. I skated up the street. There were some people walking their dogs in the distance, and I skated until I had passed them. One of the dogs was a huge bushy lion-looking thing, but it was definitely a dog. And I was doing this skating on ice blades, not on wheels. They were working on the pavement, somehow, but I knew that they'd have to be resharpened after an ill-advised escapade like this.

5/1/13
beautiful adventure, new orleans, cafe bamboo, hardcore show, anarchist
jondilks
I had a dream last night that I was sitting at a desk with a lot of old DOSsy-looking computer terminals on it and I didn't really know what I was doing but it was clear from the plot of the dream that I was trying to hack into some other systems somewhere. (this is the synergy of having watched Wargames last week and read an article about Shodan yesterday) I managed to actually get into something, although I wasn't sure what it was and I had no idea how I actually broke into it at all. I only had an opportunity to get mildly excited about my success before another hacker - or maybe the system administrator, playing the part of a hacker - started shooting insults and threats all over my screen. I wasn't too concerned because I figured I was reasonably untraceable, but then I started receiving emails with the same sort of unpleasant content and this made me start to doubt that I was going to get away with it - whatever it was that I was doing.

4/30/13
beautiful adventure, new orleans, cafe bamboo, hardcore show, anarchist
jondilks
I had a dream last night that I was driving through a tunnel or underground passageway of some sort, and there were a bunch of elderly Asian men walking around in there so I had to be very careful and go slowly. After a moment, I reached a spot where a yellow rope-ladder was dangling from the ceiling. The old men were climbing it without any difficulty. I was going to use it to exit the subterranean world as well, but I had so much trouble ascending that I had to drop down to the bottom and try again: the rungs were irregularly spaced and some were at a fairly severe angle so I couldn't get my feet onto them, but most of all I just couldn't get my center of gravity to the proper position. I eventually asked the old man who was next in line if he would mind holding the bottom rung for me as I went up so that it would stop pushing away from me, and he was happy to help but even so I don't think I ever got to the top.

I had a dream last night that I was back at CHA for a reunion that I had no interest in attending. I was walking through the hallway near the library when I noticed that things were slightly different: the walls were absolutely covered with little awards and trophies and certificates and plaques and so on. They weren't all new: some of them dated back to the 1950s. I found one that had been presented to a pro wrestler - can't remember who - and there was a photo of him accepting it. He was a huge guy and his face was painted in a somewhat-intimidating black metal style, but he was all smiles and was hugging someone in the picture. Then I proceeded to the actual reunion, where there was a buffet of reasonably tasty-looking food but there weren't any plates so it was hard to take anything. I hung around the table and picked at things. This gave me something to do apart from talking with my exclassmates. Except that Beausang, Gallagher and Koumaris ended up in the same spot with me and there was some awkward smalltalking, mostly about the food.

I had a dream last night that I was watching the last few minutes of the Flyers's last game of the season. They were winning 9-8, and the other team (Boston? Ottawa?) had pulled its goalie. The Flyers won a faceoff in their defensive zone and one of them took a long shot that went in perfectly. 10-8. We were all very excited. The opposing team kept their goalie out for the next play, which for some reason also started with a defensive zone faceoff for the Flyers. They won it again and took another shot that went off the post and we were all disappointed. One of them caught up to the puck in the offensive zone and took another shot with 2 seconds remaining, but it went wide and we were all disappointed. Then, somehow, a player who I later determined was Hartnell managed to get the puck right off the backboards and one-time it in with a shot that just barely beat the buzzer. And then he got flattened by two opponents and took a long time getting back up. He looked woozy and possibly concussed.

I had a dream last night that I was driving somewhere with Robin. And there was a part where I got a parking ticket. And there was a part where I pulled over by the side of the highway with the intention of leaving my van there but then I decided it was dangerous so I got back in and drove off. And then there was a part where it was nighttime and there was heavy traffic and I wasn't using my hands to steer and the women in the car behind me were having some sort of issue.

4/26/13
beautiful adventure, new orleans, cafe bamboo, hardcore show, anarchist
jondilks
I had a dream last night that I was in highschool, taking a test. But I knew that I had already graduated from Bard, and I knew that it was the end of the semester, and I knew that my performance didn't really matter. Which was good because the test was damnnear impossible. Seemed to be social studies or history of somesort and I must not ever have cracked the textbook at all because the names and ideas were completely new to me. I couldn't even put in educated guesses or anything like that: I could barely understand what the questions were asking because of my lack of context. This was frustrating at first, but then I realized that I didn't care. I handed in the test almost entirely blank and took off. Ds & I (she was there too) went outside to the main courtyard and hopped onto our motor scooters and headed out for a destination somewhere in NJ: can't recall exactly where we were headed, but it was likely a show. I had some trouble remembering how to drive the thing. I knew how to accelerate, but braking somehow slipped my mind: it didn't have hand brakes like a bike or like Paris's scooter when I rode on it, but instead there were these brackets that I had to put my elbows into and somehow work the brakes with them. As I got to the intersection of Willow Grove & Seminole, I started trying to slow down but I couldn't get it to work and I ended up flying through without stopping at all. I nearly got flattened by a big white pickup truck, and the driver yelled something at me. I yelled something back - not quite an apology, not quite an explanation, not quite a fuck you too.

4/25/13
beautiful adventure, new orleans, cafe bamboo, hardcore show, anarchist
jondilks
I had a dream last night that I was heading to a party that I wasn't actually all that interested in attending, and some guy told me that women really like it if you speak in a low, quiet voice and make little sounds like a chipmunk or an insect. I figured he was full of shit, but since I really didn't have anything else to do or anyone I wanted to talk to, or any aspirations of actually partying at the party, I figured I might as well: it would be somewhat interesting, if nothing else. So I was there and it was nighttime and I was standing on a large wooden deck with the rest of the partygoers, who were crammed fairly closetogether over where I was - even though the deck stretched back a long way and there was a very uncluttered area not too far from me. I put the suggestion into practice and started making my little weird noises. Sure enough three women became fixated upon me almost instantaneously. But I couldn't be sure if they were actually interested in me or if they were just wondering what my problem was. I wanted to talk to them a bit, but that would have necessitated giving up on the chipmunk noises and I was pretty serious about just chipmunking the night away. None of them were particularly attractive either, and that may have factored into my process somewhat because I'm superficial like that... but since this was (I believe) some sort of business school party, the odds of them being My Type were fairly low to begin with.

I had a dream last night that I was riding around, primarily in reverse, in the driveway of 605. There were a lot of flowers and the landscaping was in very full effect. I ended up heading down the hill towards the Kopple's place but there was some confusion on the way and I was behind a slowmoving car that eventually just stopped in the middle of the road and Poo's dad got out. He was wearing a pink shirt, and was unusually redfaced - even for him. He started walking back up the hill. I didn't know whether to get out and say Hi or drive around his car and forget about the whole thing.

I had a dream last night that I was living in a dorm and my three female neighbors were out in the hallway, pleading with me to open the door and have dinner with them. They made me all sorts of promises. But I wasn't interested, and I knew that they couldn't be completely certain that I was even in the room. So instead I just sat there very quietly for a while as they continued to try to tantalize me. I was kindof concerned that maybe they could see my shadow under the door: I could see theirs. But that never became an issue. I think I was sitting at a little kitchen table, trying to read a book while all this was going on. After a while of this, I decided maybe I'd join them afterall. But I had to think of a reason for why I'd been ignoring their knocking and pleading. I came up with something totally plausible, which was that I had been listening to music on headphones and I couldn't hear them until the song ended. So with that in mind, I headed over to the door to talk with them. But right then, they gave up and went back to their room across the hall from mine. So there was this awkward moment when I opened the door expecting to delight them with my presence and instead they were only barely out there anymore and my reception was more of an "oh, hmmm, we're kindof notsomuch feeling it anymore." They were not the same three from the Business School party. They were more attractive, for one thing. At the very end, they started chanting in these droney voices: I'm not sure what and I'm not sure why, but I liked it.

I had a dream last night that I was pants shopping at a department store with Sylvester Stallone. He was furious because someone in the store was smoking: he could smell it (I'm not sure if I could) but we looked and looked, and we couldn't see anyone with a cigarette. He was ranting about "what is this, the 1980s?" and so on as he stormed around trying to find the culprit. There were a lot of shriveled old people around the place, but none of them was the offender. I had sortof given up and gone back to pants browsing when Sly suddenly became very purposeful in his stride and I suspected he'd found the origin. I wasn't sure whether to follow or watch from afar or keep my distance and not even pay attention. But when he got near the person, there was a weird noise for a period of approximately a second and then my alarmclock went off. Was the weird noise the alarmclock? It didn't sound anything like the clock. Was my dream brain altering the sound from reality for a moment there? Or did my dream just happen to have a weird noise that coincided almost perfectly with the reality noise?

4/24/13
beautiful adventure, new orleans, cafe bamboo, hardcore show, anarchist
jondilks
I had a dream last night that I was watching hockey: Steve Mason was the goaltender for the Flyers, but after a moment or two that idea was abandoned and I myself was the goalie. I made a great save with my head, almost entirely accidentally, after the puck went over the glass and a linesman just threw another one onto the ice: I was expecting a faceoff, but this game wasn't wasn't being played under the standard rulset (I learned afterthefact when I asked the linesman) so instead he just had to put a new puck into play as quickly as possible. It went right to one of my opponents, who took a shot before I was really ready to respond. I just fell in the direction of most of the open net and felt solid contact with my head. The puck dribbled away to the left and I poked at it to get it further out of range.

I had a dream last night that I was supposed to be head ref of a bout that was fairly important, like a Big 5 event or somesuch thing, but as usual I was having trouble getting ready. The downstairs of the building, where the dressingrooms were, was based upon the locker area of the CHA gym: same layout and just as poorly-lit. I started off upstairs next to the track (which didn't look so much like anything at CHA) when I realized that I wasn't fully geared up, so I ran down and found my equipment bag over by the bathroom. I started trying to put my stuff on, but there were constant problems: my jersey was old and had the wrong number on it (37!), in addition to having a frilly section with colorful polka dots - and being absolutely monstrously huge on me, as though I'd lost 120 pounds since the last time I wore it... Sug stopped by and told me something unhelpful about "that's why I don't keep my old jerseys." Also, I couldn't find my wristguards. Then I thought I was ready to go for a second before I realized I didn't have my skates on. Things kept on popping up like that, and every time I went back upstairs under the impression that it was all finally under control, another problem would become apparent. And while I had about 5mins until bout time at the start of the dream, this had all taken so long that the first period was verymuch underway (I could hear it happening) and I hadn't had a chance to meet with captains or refs, nor had I actually ever told anyone where I was going or what I was doing, so I wasn't sure how exactly they were getting along without me. Not that I was vital to the bout, but things must've been reconfigured somehow in my absence. At last I seemed to have it all together, so much so that when I went upstairs I still couldn't find anything wrong with myself. By this point the first period had ended, and I tried to gather up all the refs to have a conversation with them. Murder & Stabby were among them, I don't recall the rest except that one was a woman with a lot of eyeshadow. The meeting never happened, though, because I woke up. With a headache.

4/23/13
beautiful adventure, new orleans, cafe bamboo, hardcore show, anarchist
jondilks
I had a dream last night that I was watching the first season of The Walking Dead along with a few other people with whom I was very friendly at the time but who I don't seem to know in reality. Even though it was the first season, there were a lot of scenes that took place in a prison. I was hand-rolling cigarettes as I watched, and they came out predictably terribly since I don't know how to do that. Somewhere along the way, I got my hands on the remote control and skipped ahead several episodes. One of my friends started to argue with me that I was disrupting the flow, but I told her "I'm just skipping through the second season: you should thank me for this, because it was boring" and she quieted down. Then there was a scene with an elder couple who were speaking Russian or somesuch language, and I couldn't quite remember having ever seen it before. She had a nosebleed and she didn't look to be in too bad a way, but even so I knew that it was just a matter of time. And then her husband, who was wearing a strange tophat, would stay by her side and eventually she would get him. I knew this even though I'd never seen the episode before. But then someone switch the TV to an animated program that was absolute crap, like a bad G.I. Joe knockoff. Poorly-drawn explosions everywhere.

I had a dream last night that involved driving on highways and going the wrong direction because my GPS was giving me trouble. Something about going really quickly to slow down time. And then I got where I was going - a bar that had a sign out front, the left side of which was blue and said "Cold Drinks All Day" and the other side of which was orange and said "Hot Drinks All Night" and I wondered if I could get a cold drink after dark or if that wasn't part of their business model.

I had a dream last night that I was at a Colour Haze show in a huge outdoor venue. I was enjoying myself backstage, but after a few minutes of that, I decided to go around to the front and watch from the normal angle. The crowd at first seemed very into it, but people thinned out very quickly and I was there with Poo who was explaining to me how he hated the band and how they were a bad version of so many other better acts that had existed before them. Meanwhile, the people on the stage were wearing strange costumes: they seemed to be dressed up as totem poles.

I had a dream last night that I was at a wedding (my own? to whom?) and there were lots of people - but more interesting to me is that there were lots of dogs. One of them looked a lot like Sookie at first, but as I got closer I saw that she was too small and had very different legs: much thinner, less muscular. Same colorations, though. Then I ran into Maureen, who said "welcome to the family!" and I didn't know what to make of that because I'm already part of her family, moreorless. And she gave me a big hug that I didn't really want.

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