Last Night’s Dreams:
I wake up when a bell rings in a church classroom. No one else is in the room so I get up & leave. Wandering out of the building looking for my car a woman grabs my arm & asks me my last name. I tell her & she lets go & disappears into a cluster of people. I go into the crowd after her & grab her arm & ask her why she wanted to know my name. She asks me how my public speaking class was & I tell her I’m not taking a public speaking class & I apologize for being rude & say “I’m sorry, I just woke up.” “Oh? You were on a coke bender?” “What? No, I fell asleep in my writing class. Now I can’t find my car. Crap, it was in an accident a couple weeks ago.” “Did your insurance pay for a rental?” “No. I don’t have that kind of insurance. I borrowed a car, but I can’t remember what it looks like.”
I’m using my 4-track cassette recorder to do a remix, but all I’m really doing is playing with the pitch wheel.
I’m explaining to a friend why I love Robert E Howard. I don’t mention his work at all, only that he used to take care of his mother & that I took care of my grandmother & he shot himself in the head in the end & maybe he made the better choice.
do you know that dead milkmen song “Dean’s Dream” basically lyrics a play by play of a dream their drummer had. You should do a similar one.