Lyndie, Alesandra, Richard and I were in a  cafe to play a show.   There was a guitar, and bass, and mic and a mixer.   Lyndie and Alesandra went up first and did a song or two.  Then Richard and I went up.  I played bass and Richard played guitar.  Someone wanted us to play a song called “Taxi Cab” that I didn’t know  and Richard barely knew but I followed him and we pulled it off.  When we were done, Richard put down the guitar and walked away.  I started to go for it because I wanted to play one of my songs but Alesandra kinda pushed her way in so that she could do something.  I told her that wanted the opportunity to play something of my own and she acquiesced.

I was at work and I needed to go from one building to another and Bill showed up with this girl. I recognized her from Bill’s house. She had hurt her ankle and he was taking her to an infirmary at Y! We stayed with her and chatted a little. She was nervous about her ankle but I assured her that everything was going to be fine. When she was called on, we left. Bill’s car was not the Prius that he normally drives but this old Dodge Charger. The body was in good condition but the inside was half finished. He had laid down this tericloth kind of fabric in light and dark blues but the pieces in the headliner were drooping down because he hadn’t finished tucking it into the weather stripping of the doors and windows. I asked him why he didn’t finish it and he said because he’d grown tired of working on it. His attitude was kinda odd. He seemed to have this egoic confidence that portrayed itself as pompous.

I was walking into a book store. I was possibly looking for a bathroom, but was attracted to walking toward the left to an isle with a low book rack. I turned left into it and there on a shelf to the left again was a music cassette by someone by the name of “Sean Imler.” I knew this wasn’t me and was relieved that I hadn’t chosen Sean Imler as my stage name. The title of the cassette was something like, “Raca” and there seemed to be a Hawaiin theme or element about it.

Suddenly, I was in a tent and I was watching Sean Imler do some sort of performance. He was about my height and pale complected with very long wavy hair that was pulled into a ponytail. I believe he was wearing a hat and was dressed in a colourful sarrong sort of garb with a simple loing sleeve shirt with the sleeves rolled up. The dance consisted of him holding a hand-made ceremonial bowl possibly made out of banana leaves, and he was simulating scooping up something, water or food, and then offering it to the spirits or gods. He was doing this to his music which seemed to be some sort of traditional Hawaiin or combination of Hawaiin and something else.

I remember thinking that he had a wife or lived there in a camp or something.

I was riding my filing drawer down the street… sitting on top of it and using my legs to propel me.  I was juggling a number of objects while trying to talk on my celly with the wired earbud in and the cord was getting in the way.  I was holding my Yahoo! star, plus a miniature version of it, and some other objects when I realized that I had a new hands free device that I would rather be talking on so I was trying to disconnect the wired earbud and get the hands free out of my pocket while holding all this stuff.  Other co-workers were walking along with me but one I knew happened to mention that I looked like I was quite busy with all this stuff and still having to push off with my legs.  I told her that it got better than that, reached forward and pushed a button on the front of the filing drawer that made it automatically go by itself.  It was going quite fast as I turned the corner and said goodbye too her.

Suddenly, I was on the street I grew up on heading toward my mother’s house.  Lined up on both sides of the street were 60’s and 70’s muscle cars, all painted in red, white and blue metal flake paint, with stars and stripes.  They were all beautiful machines, and occasionally I’d see someone with the car.  As I get to my mom’s house which for some reason I associated with work, I realized that it was 10:32am and I was too late for breakfast.  I was disappointed until I noticed that at Dorothy’s across the street, there were 3 chefs making some sort of pasta, ham thing with a cream sauce.  I walked over and explained that I’d missed breakfast and really wanted some of their food.

It was then that I woke up, turned over and looked at the clock and it read 10:32.  Weird.

I was walking down an aisle at a large concert and U2 or just Bono was playing from a seat in the audience.  I sat down behind him and kinda nodded hello.  There was an open space next to the seat and then another seat where Bono 15 years younger with long hair was sitting.  The Bono that was playing started talking too me in between verses of the song and while playing guitar.  He was nodding toward the open space but I couldn’t really understand what he was saying though I tried.  I thought maybe I was sitting in someone else’s seat and maybe he wanted me to sit in the open space but I couldn’t make it out.  He finished his song and turned around.  The other Bono pulled out a lawn chair and set it in the open space and sat down in it.  Then he pulled up a large box and started pulling out sleeveless basketball tees.  He had them in white, red and black with yellow numbers.   I asked for a medium and he gave me a red one with the number 5 on it.  Then I saw my co-worker Issac walking by and wondered if I was in his seat and asked him if he wanted to sit down but he seemed to be focused on something else.

Kirby and I were driving south on 17, around the curve in between Hamilton and Camden.  It was late at night and there was a moderate amount of traffic flowing with us.  Suddenly, cars were coming toward us in the wrong direction.  It really freaked me out and I started to panic and slow down.  But as I did, a large vehicle came straight at us and there was nowhere to go so I hit the breaks and slid my truck sideways, going directly at the vehicle leading by the driver’s side door.  We stopped just in time and the only damage was a round puncture into my door by the front-end of the vehicle.  I rolled down my window and poked my head out to observe how I’d come so close to being crushed as Kirby got out of the truck and walked away.  I wondered what on earth he was doing as I watched him walk right off the freeway into a neighborhood.  I drove off after him and picked him up, but as we drove further into the neighborhood, we arrived at a t junction where again he got out and walked away into the night, through a park and out of my sight.  I couldn’t follow and peered up the street into this foreign neighborhood wondering what to do next.

I was on a beach with a pretty Asian girl that reminded me of my co-worker, Grace.  She had long beautiful black hair and it looked like she was modeling for a photographer.  The next thing I know, we’re in a restaurant called Carpa Diem.  Their logo was printed on a larger silk tapestry that hung from the ceiling down to the floor, royal blue batik style.  On it was an upside-down koi fish, thus, the carp in Carpa.  It was styled tribal like with thick black lines that began and ended in points.  It was beautiful to behold.

I was walking in a garden and I saw a large rock. On that rock was a little bird, about the size of a sparrow. It was white and had a sort of pink and yellow iridescent glow about it, especially on this sort of spiky collar of feathers around it’s neck.

As I approached, the bird didn’t seem too scared and only hopped a few feet away and stared at me intently as I sat down on the same where it was previously. I had a cup with ice cubes with me and for some reason I thought this would be appetizing to the little bird so I turned wipe away some of the sand on the top of the rock to make a good place to entice the little bird to come and partake of this delicious frozen delicacy with me. When I turned back toward the bird, I noticed that it was sitting with a nest. Obviously, this was a mother bird who was sitting with what looked to be three eggs, one of which had just hatched.

Suddenly, to the right of the next about a foot or two away I caught site of a cute little white mouse with red eyes. It ran up to the next and snatched away the chick and ran off, creating quite a disturbance with the little mother bird who took off after the mouse. As it did so, I watched another chick break out of it’s shell.

To the left of the next, about two feet away, a battle had ensued between the mouse who apparently had already devoured it’s loot and the little mother bird who was fluttering her wings and pecking at the mouse in rage for taking her precious baby. I myself was quite upset at this little mouse, who had next wedged itself inside a ceramic bowl that was turned upside down with openings at two ends. The mouse had also transformed into a much larger rodent twice it’s previous size and grown large tan coloured spots on it. I noticed that next too me was a pointed bamboo skewer, that kind used for shishkabobs. I picked it up and started poking the nose of the mouse which was sticking out one end of a hole in the bowl. It backed up revealing it’s hind quarters out the opposite end of this strange bowl, so I proceeded to start poking it. The mouse repositioned itself to hide it’s back side but it had grown too large for the bowl and now it’s nose was sticking out again, so, again I started poking it’s nose. Again, it tucked it’s nose back into the bowl where I could poke it’s back side, and I did fervently as my anger for the mouse had grown, getting some sort of satisfaction from the affair for what it had done to the beautiful little white bird.

Richard was living in a house in a forest. We were riding in his truck and he was telling me that all of the inhabitants of this particular area were moving because of a drought. He was showing me a map of the forest roads and telling me about the families that were moving and where they were going. He was living in a nice house that was broken up into sections. He had a living section, there was a rental section, and there was another section that was easily modifiable into what he wanted. We were talking about his plans with the area and I mentioned that maybe he wanted to fix up the rental area a little more and he commented that he’d already done enough to that area and didn’t feel it was necessary to do anymore.

I think I was planning on moving onto the property and we were driving by the entrance too it. The road too it was a large embankment that looked really difficult to get onto because of a very steep incline and bit of a shelf at it’s base. I knew we could get onto it but really had my doubts that we could safely get back onto the road when we wanted to leave without crashing nose first into the road. We stopped and got out of the truck and went into some sort of large work shed to fix things. We were in there a while with some other person making changes to the area when these three animals started stalking us and wouldn’t leave. I knew that it wouldn’t be long before that attacked but we weren’t close to being finished. Finally I stepped aside from where we were working to meet the attackers. I had a large knife. The first came rushing at me. It was a large black and dark brown wolf with huge sinister jaws. I branded the knife and it came running at me but I was ready for it. Instead of jumping on me or at me, it fauxed the attack lunge and pounced to my right and I moved toward my left…

I was in a large lecture hall at a university.  The host was a senior professor that was having students give talk about projects that they were working on.  The first that I remembered was a psychology major although the details of the discussion are vague.  The one I remember was a baker.  She was talking about a cake that she made and I got to sample a piece and it was amazing.  After the lecture and approached her.  She was a largish woman with large red hair.  When I told her that I was going enthralled with her cake, she opened up to talking with me and cutting me two large slices that I was quickly devouring.  She explained that she used cashew butter and cinnamon in the cake and as I ate it, I would come across pockets of the flavours that she described.  I asked her if she used 1/2 or a whole teaspoon and she told me a whole, although she told me that she’d put it in too hastily and it didn’t get mixed in enough.

Suddenly, the dream changed and I was in a room with the Indigo Girls and a bunch of other people that were sitting at tables.  I was sitting at the head of a table with Emily Saliers and she started singing Closer I Am to Fine.  I started singing it with her and she was listening too me and loved that I knew the words and could sing it on key.  So much I guess that she ripped off her top exposing her breasts and started drawing on them with some sort of grease pencil.  She was hitting part of it well ‘cos I guess it’s just hard to draw on your own breasts, so I took the pencil and draw a little dot on her nose.  Her face and all of the drawing started to coalesced into this beautiful facial drawing that animated as she spoke or sang, swirling vibrating.  The people in the room started drawing on these large pieces of butcher block paper, then switching seats and drawing on other people’s drawings until the room’s tables were layered with drawings that multiple people had worked on.  All but me… I had a piece of paper but it was covered by other stuff, and there was one of my favourite pens, the Roller Ball that I had sitting there, but I remembered feeling like I didn’t want to share my paper or my pen, I wanted my drawing to myself.