Transcript from a Dream had in Recent Restless Sleep

Upon arriving home I found that the screen door had been ripped open and my front door pryed ajar. Entering I saw thin flannel nightgowns hanging from the door jams, and at once I registered the familiar prescence of a ghost from day's past, whom may have returned in the night, with a spare key she may have hidden. But this was not to be, for upon further inspection there were bloated duffels of clothes scattered about, and various other odd wares. The drawers in my studio had been rifled through, and there were mounds of large ash deposited at various points on the floor. Then there was a knock at the front door, and who stood there was but a young couple that were close freinds. After explaining they had come over for a nightcap, I proceeded to expound upon my dilema. The three of us sat on the larger sofa, and she unrobed. As she sat completly nude between us, he began to investigate her vaginal area with great interest, and I, becoming quite uncomfortable, finally retired to sleep.

When I awoke my young acquaintances had already departed, though there a strange congregation of people on the porch. I walked outside as to inquire about the invasion and sustained damage, when an elderly woman approached me. She explained that she had rented the upstairs apartment, but as there was 18 pople in her family, each basically of a different ethnic origin, and with not nearly enough room, she called the local ombudsman, whom then instructed her to break into my house to temporarily store their possibles. She convinced me to board her caravan so we could proced to the shopping center, where she would replace what was broken. On this journey I listened to each of their unremarkable transcient stories, and of course how they all shared the same mother, and such.

Reaching the galleria, I realized that I should be working, and after much labor I procured a cell phone to call out. The connection was terrible, and at the concierge desk was a man barely able to mutter broken English. He repeated my name, and that is all that I know. The link broke, and there was no other ringtone to be had. I gave back the device, and left to hang out at an AllTell kiosk, eventually convincing someone to let me make a call on their phone, and still no service. In doing this I became estranged from my present company entirely.

Then two good buddies appeared and invited me on a deep sea excursion. Now on a 30' charter boat with someone landing a substantial fish, I grabbed a priest, that was in actuality the be-good stick kept within my foyer. The fish began to surface, and at once a collective roar was cast over the vessel as the monster reared itself, it resembled a Brontosaurus with it's long neck, and smallish head. As the catch neared boatside there was then a firm grasp on my right shoulder. It was that moment I realized I was probably dreaming. I turned to my right to embrace that familiar, ghostly prescence I had anticipated before, but found nothing as I fell into a bottomles void.

(2:40am 8.4.06)

The bird you see above, smashed into my kitchen window right after I had stepped out to scratch down these thoughts about my dream, when I came back to grab my notes, there it lie. First such circumstance in 8 years of living here. It received a majestic burial.

My Current Rotation:

Daevid Allen: Banana Moon

Adrian Belew: Side 3 (God Bless You Ken Latchney, may you gig eternal)

Drive By Truckers: A Blessing and a Curse

Gong: You

Velvet Underground: VU