Visceral Conviction

I had a dream last night that basically encapsulated every stressful moment I have experienced over the last few weeks. Needless to say I woke up feeling very unsettled and not unlike I had been taking the SAT's all night instead of sleeping.

The dream involved me moving into a new apartment which suspiciously looked exactly like my old one in Boulder.... Once I moved all of my stuff in, I realized that a door in the back of the living room led into a very congested and busy hallway in a sports arena. People were using my apartment as a shortcut from the hallway to an outside entrance (The sports arena and congested hallway I can definitely attribute to tour. One of my duties at each venue was designating rooms for production and bands - preferably ones that weren't close to any major thoroughfare.) Clearly I could not live in an apartment with so much foot traffic. I mean sometimes I don't get out of my pajamas until dusk. Embarassing! So I started to move all of my stuff out. One advantage to the sub-conscious experience is the surreal aspect. I realized upon lifting it that my couch was light enough for me to carry all by myself. AND there was a magically convenient shoulder strap on it all of the sudden, so I just threw that sucker over my shoulder and was on my way. I am sure there was more but I cant remember anything else. 

When I was a kid I would have these crazy vivid dreams and was able to recall them down to the smallest detail when explaining them to my parents. I asked my dad once to tell me about his dreams and he said that he could never remember any of them. At 5 years old I thought that was so sad. And now I do it all of the time. I attribute this in part to the numerous brain cells I have killed over the years. And PS, at what age did I stop being able to fly in my dreams? I used to do that shit almost every night (usually when I was trying to escape from Dracula - it worked like a charm). At one point I just stopped. I need to work that back in somehow...

On another random note, my sister cutted my hair. I like it but when I got home I realized that I look a little like the blond version of this guy....I wear less makeup though...

Oh well. Hair grows back and this kid's 15 minutes are almost up anyway.