4/22/13
beautiful adventure, new orleans, cafe bamboo, hardcore show, anarchist
jondilks
I had a dream last night from which I can only recall an image of Krim, looking somewhat agitated and with her mouth open but not hissing or making any other sounds.

4/21/13
beautiful adventure, new orleans, cafe bamboo, hardcore show, anarchist
jondilks
I had a dream last night that concluded with me and Amber out on a small sailboat in the middle of the ocean. We were the only two people aboard that I can recall: I'm not sure who was in charge of navigating and getting us around. It had been sunny and warm, but things were changing quickly and there was a fierce current along with wind that threatened - and eventually succeeded - at rolling the boat over sideways. The sail was still up, so our little ship's mast snapped in half from the force of hitting against the water. We had managed to both climb over onto the keel without any difficulty as we flipped, and we did not appear to be very concerned by the situation. A moment later, I looked beyond the front of the ship and saw an enormous wave - something out of Baron Munchausen or Perfect Storm - bearing down on us. It was dark and went on and on, towering above the surface of the water as it gained on us. I woke up before it could crash.

4/19/13
beautiful adventure, new orleans, cafe bamboo, hardcore show, anarchist
jondilks
I had a dream last night that I was one of the few survivors of some sort of nonzombie apocalyptic tragedy, and everything was going pretty well for me. I was living in a mall of some sort, all by myself. My only concern was that the electricity was out, and I wanted it back. I was wandering around a behind-the-scenes area, trying to find a way to turn on a generator or something like that, when I inadvertently blocked a security laser (which was still live inspiteof the lack of electic) and set off an alarm. This alarm caused a spaceship stationed in low Earth orbit to be deployed in the direction of me and my mall. Somewhat overelaborate. I saw this in a sort of cinema scene that was somewhat confusing because I didn't know whether to expect the thing to come drop bombs on me or if it would just do some reconnaissance and send it along to someone who had longsince died or at least stopped caring about mall security. But in the cinema scene, the spaceship was hurtling through even lower Earth orbit, past a position where some of my friends were mid-spacewalk. I don't recall what they were doing up there. But as it flew past, the mall security spaceship unfurled its parachute and my crew was accidentally caught up in the net and dragged back towards Earth.

I had a dream last night that I was travelling somewhere, probably France, and there was a scene with Anastasia.

4/14/13
beautiful adventure, new orleans, cafe bamboo, hardcore show, anarchist
jondilks
I had a dream last night (or some night around this one) that I had done something very terrible - no idea what - and I was going to be executed for it. The execution itself was very casual: Amber and I were in a room and she had a pistol. Nobody else was around. But I knew there was no use trying to talk her out of it because this had been ordered on a higher level and she was just enforcing the law. She was initially aiming at my chest until I told her "no, I want it in the head: I want to go out like a light." She was kind enough to accommodate my request, and began aiming right between my eyes, albeit in a sortof flippant and unserious way: gun somewhat to the side, loose grip, etc. But I didn't feel ready. I wasn't scared, exactly, but I didn't have my thoughts in order. I asked if she could wait a moment and she didn't seem to mind - again, very accommodating. I'm not sure of quite what I did at this point, but I sortof meditated the extraneous thoughts out of my brain and after a moment I was mentally prepared for the end. I told Amber and expected her to do the job, but instead she delayed and I began to wonder if she didn't actually want to do it at all. Worse, though, was that after a bit of waiting, my brainspace had shifted away from its state of acceptance and I didn't feel so ready anymore. Then there was some confusion and I had found a pistol of my own, but I realized that it wouldn't help for me to defend myself against someone I didn't want to shoot and who didn't want to shoot me. So why were we in this mess to begin with?

5/7/12
beautiful adventure, new orleans, cafe bamboo, hardcore show, anarchist
jondilks
I had a dream last night that I was reffing the first-ever derby bout on the moon. Or, at least, I was scheduled to do it: the bout hadn't quite started yet, and it was still warmup time. Women in space suits were skating around the track. I was concerned because I was going to be jammer reffing with Rawk, and he hadn't shown up yet. There weren't many places that he could have been hiding - there wasn't much to this moon colony - but he wasn't anywhere to be found. It did not occur to me that perhaps he had missed his "flight" but then, I didn't recall how I had been transported to the lunar surface either. In any case, I don't recall wearing a space suit but everyone else was in one, and this suggests to me that I must've been disembodied at a certain point in the dream. I watched as one of the skaters started trying to jump, with increasingly impressive results each time. She was clearing 10 feet of "air" (so to speak) and staying "air"borne for upwards of five or six seconds. Suddenly I noticed a number of electrical wires suspended over the rink - they were hard to make out because they were black against the black space background - and I thought to myself "ooh, I hope she watches out for those!" just as she jumped directly into a whole bunch of them and started jerking around as though she was being electrocuted through her space suit. That went on for a while until she fell to the ground. I stood back a bit while some guy - who did not appear to be an EMT - ran to her side to try to help her. But he didn't seem to know what to do, and she was wearing this huge bulky suit anyway, and we were out in the middle of this vacuum so it was unclear what could possibly be done. He pressed a button on the side of her helmet and the glass pane detached so that her face was exposed to space. I wanted to ask him what the hell he was doing, but I couldn't speak to him: I was locked in my suit, he was locked in his, and there was no air inbetween us. So I just watched as her face froze (took longer than I thought it would) and was surprised by the lack of gasses escaping from her body. The face freezing shocked the other guy into an "oh right" moment and he hurried to put the glass back in place... but it was pretty clearly too late by this point. Then a quick transition and we were no longer in space but rather in a desert somewhere, and there were dead bodies piled all over the place, and it became clear to me that this whole thing - the derby moon bout - was some kind of scam and people were supposed to die.

3/29/12
beautiful adventure, new orleans, cafe bamboo, hardcore show, anarchist
jondilks
I had a dream last night that had something to do with a sandstorm and darkness and some hieroglyphs written on the ground.
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3/28/12
beautiful adventure, new orleans, cafe bamboo, hardcore show, anarchist
jondilks
I had a dream last night that I was... somewhere, can't recall... and Tigger was there with me and he was doing absolutely great for a 25-year-old dog. We played a bit. I noticed that he had some balding spots on his legs, and that was a bit disappointing, but at his advanced age I really couldn't've expected much else. So we were playing and he had a bit of stiffness to his walk, I noticed, but nothing too serious. Then there was something about a fireplace, maybe like the stove that we had at 605 but I'm not sure - whatever, it didn't seem too important, although in a deeper sense it may have had some connection to his cremation - and then I woke up and had a brief cry about how it wasn't real.

I had a dream last night that I was staying at a hotel with a number of people and Amy was there and we were in one of the great suites that Ali just mentioned in reference to ECDX'12 but there was some confusion as to how we were going to divvy up the space and it wasn't working out as simply as I thought it ought to, nor was it working out the way I thought it should. But the suite was really spacious and it didn't have a lot of gaudy or stupid hotel art, bad furniture, and so on... so that was at least nice.

I had a dream last night that I was at 824 (although at first it was just some barn somewhere) and there was some sort of evil that was stalking us around the place: it had come up through the ground, but after that it spent most of its time clinging to walls from impossible angles and defying gravity and that sort of thing. There were a whole bunch of us there and we were going to get it... somehow. Even though it was dark out, and we had no idea how to find it, let alone how to conquer it. But we took off in a huge group to stalk it, and to get the chase started, we all ran around the front of the house from the driveway side. We kept on going around until we got to the far side, at which point there was a terrible accident of some sort: someone fell at the front of the group and it turned into a huge pileup (and there may have been something about a chimney collapsing on someone somewhere in there as well) but I was toward the back of the group so I was able to stop in time before anything happened to me. I had a chance to look at what was happening ahead of me, though, and there was blood all over the place and Nina was laying on the grass in what looked to be horrible pain while Sug and Fists and a bunch of other people tried to help her. I climbed up on the rubble of the collapsed chimney and offered to help but they had the situation pretty well-covered and I felt like a fifth wheel. So instead, I backtracked to the front of the house and around back via the driveway, the way we'd originally come. I didn't have any particular plan, and I'd been separated from the rest of the group. My only weapons were an assortment of rockets that I made at Camp Watonka and some others that I didn't recognize but I figured I must've made them as well. Balsawood and cardboard, not good defense in the face of evil but I was going to have to make due. I passed Castro, who was running in the opposite direction - also by herself. Not running terrified, just running. So like her. And then I was by myself again, and I was scared because I couldn't see very well and I wished I'd gone with Castro when I'd had the chance. As if it wasn't rough enough having to find some evil gravity-defying thing at night with nothing but a flimsy cardboard tube, I also seemed to have blinders on: my peripheral vision was gone, and I couldn't see anything above me either. So I spent a lot of time cocking my head at weird angles and listening, and then turning quickly so that my back wasn't sneak-uppable-upon and repeating the process.

3/27/12
beautiful adventure, new orleans, cafe bamboo, hardcore show, anarchist
jondilks
I had a dream last night that Steve from the ACLU had a second job running a skull & artifact shop, kindof like that place on Arch St. that's never open except it was in a location that looked a lot like Portland, ME: small buildings and lots of open space with trees and such. I really wanted to give the place a look but it was closed and I knew that our schedules weren't going to coincide well (maybe I had to leave town or something?). I was sad, but then I discovered that he'd failed to lock up the last time he left, and I could go in and browse around. That was fun. But then he showed up and I knew I wasn't supposed to be there and I felt like a thief even though I hadn't taken anything and he didn't seem to mind at all. Also, I was confused by a lot of the things he was selling: they looked like random bits of rusty metal, things that could have been taken from an abandoned industrial site or somewhere like that. Nothing in particular, just warped lumpy rusty forms. And not nearly enough skulls for my taste.

3/26/12
beautiful adventure, new orleans, cafe bamboo, hardcore show, anarchist
jondilks
I had a dream last night that I was with Grant, hanging out around the van in a field at night. We were just minding our own business but the police or somesuch people started chasing us. We were on foot, all of us, and Grant & I fooled them by making them think we were running around the van when infact we'd taken off down a hill towards a building. I knew exactly where we had to go. There was the aboveground area of the building, the part that everyone knew, but then there was a narrow staircase that lead down to a belowground clone of the building. If we went down there, they'd probably never find us. I think there was something about dodging globs of spit or dogshit on the pavement, and then we were heading down the stairs. It was dark down there, but not particularly threatening. I just knew we had to get into the building so that we wouldn't be visible from the stop of the stairs - because if they were going to think to look for us down there, it'd be because they'd actually seen us go in (or maybe heard us: the echo was reasonably loud as well). So we ran into the building and suddenly I had a flash of having seen this scene before. Not just once, but at least twice. And both times we had done this before, we went into room D55 and eventually got caught there. And killed. I wasn't going to let that happen again. I told Grant "follow me!" and I ran us directly into D55. But I knew that if we got through that room and outdoors from there, we'd be fine (the subterranean theme had ceased by this point) and I think by the end, everything seemed like it was going to be alright.

I had a dream last night that I was backstage at a Megadeth concert. Nobody in the band was familiar to me, but that was alright: I was enjoying the show from just offstage to the stage left. The show ended and it was clear that they were going to play an encore because they were still hanging around on the stage, and the crowd was chanting for songs from Countdown To Extinction but one of them said "no, we said we weren't going to do anything off that album tonight" and this resulted in a bit of a fight between bandmembers and meanwhile the crowd quieted down substantially so the only thing we could hear was the band arguing. I had a bass a this point, and I started absentmindedly playing a CAIN riff, but in the dream it was something from Killing Is My Business and that somehow inadvertently made more problems. Finally they decided on a song to play - I'm not sure which one - and they got started, but by this point almost half the crowd had given up and left (the people in the crowd, incidentally, had all been wearing red and yellow pinnys... and I think all the red people had decided to leave). I figured it'd make for a more intimate show for the people who stayed, but as the song progressed, people kept leaving until the "crowd" was just two people - green pinny people - and I noticed that the venue looked a lot like the CHA cafeteria.

I had a dream that I was going to die at some very well-established time: a massively unavoidable destructive event of some sort was about to take place. And all I wanted to do was play bass at top volume through a nice fuzzy tube amp before the end came, but I was having trouble getting my equipment set up properly. I kept on finding interesting other bits of gear that I didn't need and didn't know that I had, but which were fascinating to me and which occupied my time, distracted me, and in the end made it so that I never got to do what I wanted to do.

3/25/12
beautiful adventure, new orleans, cafe bamboo, hardcore show, anarchist
jondilks
I had a dream last night that I was hanging out in my van with Robin. The two of us were pretty sure that there was a zombie attack underway, so were were keeping hunkered down in there. We were at some sort of campsite and there was a family in complete denial about the situation. We had a conversation with them through the passenger window before an attack came and I rolled the window up. (interesting note: my iPod, on random mode, just switched to UFO Zombies by Sloth) Anyhow, they were insisting that these attackers weren't zombies: that they were something else, something not quite so bad. And maybe they were right because the things, whatever they were, didn't have quite the killer instinct of some zombie portrayals... but still, they were the walking dead, and they seemed somewhat interested in eating live people. So I rolled up the window, as I said, and just outside my door there was a woman whose arm was caught in a zombie's clutches. It wasn't eating her, but it wasn't letting her go either. This persisted for far too long and finally I told Robin to get my my baseball bat. She handed it to me from the middle row and I stepped outside with it, intending to brain that stupid zombie and end this tedious situation. As soon as I got out, another baseball bat dropped out of the sky and into my hands. I took it and tried to swing both bats together, the way baseball players do when they're warming up, but my grasp was kindof awkward and although I had twice the mass to swing, I couldn't actually do much damage. The zombie with the woman seemed moderately irritated by what I was doing, but that was it. Fortunately, it was too dumb to attack me. Towards the end of the dream, I realize that Dustin Hoffman was the father figure to this irritating nonbeliever family, and he was the one who was telling them that we were just dealing with sick people rather than fullfledged zombies. I went to try to reason with him, but it was no use.

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