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One week from now, I get to go and see a Neil Young / Willie Nelson concert at a little farm in the middle of nowhere with two of my favorite people. I’m gonna try and take pictures, do a write up for a Nebraska music website.
My shitty mood as of late has been destroyed.
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My brain does stupid things when I’m not there to command it. I had a dream that it was a drill weekend, and I had checked into the hotel.
For some reason they put me in a suite, and my roomate didn’t show up.
I went to sleep for a little while, but I woke up to three women in my room wearing negliges. They mentioned something about how they were there for a wedding and that they wanted to fuck. I have no idea why I was the candidate. The other two took off and one stayed there.
I was really uncomfortable with the whole prospect because I had no idea who the hell they were. They climbed in and took advantage of me, and I just laid there and let it happen. I didn’t get off. but she got hers and said something about how I was a lousy lay, and then they all left.
I wish the dream would have stopped there, but it just kept getting weirder and more uncomfortable. I got up to go and take a shower and shave my head. I felt really gross. I took my shaving kit in and set something down. There was a knock on the door and a ton of other assholes that I didn’t know came in with a bunch of midgets.
The midgets were doing some sort of dance thing and the random assholes started raiding the mini-bar.
At some point somebody knocked me out.
The next thing I knew I was in a junk-yard trying to help a guy hook a trailer up to a dump-truck. It was rusty and I had to stand on the end to try and get the tongue out of the dirt. It had part of the bed that slid out, and I kept trying to balance my weight so it wouldn’t slide out completely. I told the guy that I didn’t have time to keep fucking around with it, and that I had to get back to the hotel room. He thanked me for my help and I left.
It was morning now. I don’t know how it happened, but I had to hurry up and shave my head. I knew this, but for some reason all of the other people were still in my hotel room, preparing for a wedding. I didn’t have time for that, otherwise I would be late. All of these homeless veterans began showing up and trying to talk to me, and I couldn’t find the bathroom. I would walk through a door and found myself out in the lobby or in a kitchen or running around. I kept running into the three women who were in my room the night before, and I just wanted them to disappear.
And the hotel was now significantly older than I remember. It was like it was covered in years of white-washed plastered over wall-paper and bead board. Bead board everywhere. There was a lobby and I kept dodging people in camo that I was sure were out looking for me because I wasn’t at drill.
There are those dreams were you do a gradual fast walk until you start flying. This was one of them, but it’s never a real flight thing. You’re just running fast enough that you lift off the ground for a little bit, but you can’t control where you’re flying. It was one of those.
This one guy invited me to take an escalator and I walked toward him and started floating. He looked disappointed, like he shouldn’t have invited me… or that he should have known I could fly.
It was stupid, but as I hovered over the top of this escalator, trying to find the bathroom, I went back into this really narrow corridor and I saw a short secret passage looking trap door on the wall at the top of a small set of stairs.
It was flapping open and behind it was a tiny door, maybe 5 inches tall and a foot long with a mechanical latch, like on an old coal boiler or the bottom of a wood-burning stove. It was covered in a crusty layer, like years of white lead paint. and it just felt… old and gross.
I opened it up, expecting to get burned or see a bunch of steam pipes. I kept thinking that I would have to explain to someone why I was there.
Instead of being a steam access or something, it looked like a shower drain with a rubberized channel underneath it and there was light coming from above it. Water began trickling out of the mechanical stove door thing; above that weird nonsensical drain access hatch was the bathroom I was trying to get into.For some reason I thought that I could pull an alice in wonderland and get up through there. Right when I shut the door to rethink my plan, my alarm woke me up.
I realized that it was Friday morning and that I wasn’t late for drill, and that I needed to get to my composition class. I didn’t edit any of this. I have no idea what the hell it’s supposed to mean. It scared the fuck out of me though.
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