Two different houses from dreamland co-mingled. The first house was the one that sits on the boulevard but has the enormous acreage in back that looks over rolling hills, creek and the divided up lots with fruit trees. The other was the haunted house with the really creepy second floor. Both of the houses are white, but in the dream, I was talking with a girl about painting a room in another place, and remarking that I had let over purple and magenta paint from another house I’d painted and I knew exactly where it was stored. What I remembered was that at the front of the haunted house was a large closet where I’d stored the paint. But I wasn’t thinking that the house was haunted when I was thinking about the paint. I only made the connection when I woke up.
Then, I was in the boulevard house, in the upper room to the back left, upstairs. There’s a rounding staircase that goes up 3 floors with an atrium ascending up thru the middle. Someone was holding Kevin M. by the ankles, upside down over the atrium.
I was driving my dad’s old Cadillac El Dorado down the street, looking for an address. I knew I didn’t nee to be at this destination for quite a while but I figured I would like for parking early because I was expecting a lot of people. The address was a large building where two street intersected, that resembled a live-in work environment with a large parking lot for tenants. I pulled into the parking lot but couldn’t find guest parking spaces so I drove out. I noticed that there was a building sitting directly on the corner. It was a single apartment with large windows, and open on all four sides. You could see the people that lived there thru the windows and I was thinking that it looked like a fish bowl, living like that. I drove around the block and found a parking space.
Suddenly, I was in a car with Eric R. and someone else. They were driving me past the fishbowl apartment and to a club. They wanted me to hear the music that had on their stereo. When we got to the club, Erik O. was there from work. He was arranging tables or something and there was a huge group of people there. They were doing some sort of karaoke to original songs. This guy got up and started singing this song that I’d never heard. At first I couldn’t decide whether he was any good, but when he hit the chorus, the song really opened up and so did his voice. He was singing something about being skinned and a cross. I remembered the melody and the sound of the chord progression when I woke and recorded it. I couldn’t remember the lyrics tho.
Tags: Eric R., Erik O., karaoke, Kevin M., purple paint, white houses
