D R E A M S

This morning I dreamt that I lived somewhere in the countryside. It was a strange melange of an environment, because it was partially a house I used to live in in Tinley Park, which is a upper middle class suburb south west of Chicago, and partially somewhere really rural, because across the street was a huge pastoral valley. But even more strangely, it was oddly urban, which I'll share why in a second.

So anyway, in this dream, I own a little white goat. It's very cute. Whatever a baby goat is. I don't know (right here is a great opportunity for the zoologically inclined to post a comment about what exactly a baby goat is). A kid? Anyway, the baby goat is my pet in the dream. I don't know his name, and usually just say "hey," to get its attention.

At one point, and this is where it gets sorta urban, these four young African-American kids are chasing the goat. They are in their early teens. One of them carries something that could be a gun. I chase the kids and tell them that if they do anything to him "I'll fucking kill you." I was really angry. Uncharacteristically so.

Later, I find that I am working in a women's couture clothing store. It is my first day. One of my co-workers is a drag queen named Ninah. It is Ninah's birthday and we are setting up the store for her party. During my first day, which is cut short for the party, I make my first sale. I don't remember all of it, but I know there was at least one baby-T. I remember going into the back room and when I come back in front, all of the sales merchandise has been moved somewhere and the store is completely bare. I guess they were still going to decorate for the party.

Ok, even later in the dream, I'm at band practice and we're working on new material. Mike says he really wants to write an abstract weird song. I get kinda mad because every time I want to do something weird, he doesn't want to.

That's all I remember.

Brian posted at 4:12 PM.