moonlit

I had an intense dream last night. The first part of the dream, I was on a ship. Someone was trying to explain something to me, that someone had drowned. J was out in the water with other people. People kept telling me, yes, he drowned, he couldn't hang onto the life preserver. I saw the picture in my head, he was in the water, with a round life preserver, and he definitely was hanging onto it and got pulled towards the ship. For some reason these people would NOT stop saying that he had drowned. It was beginning to make me really mad, because they obviously didn't know anything, I thought. I'm unsure why they kept saying that, but it filled me with doubts for a while before I realized that this is exactly what they wanted, so I ended the scene through my anger, watching the entire ship sink and everyone along with it while I was unaffected. Then I left.

I had a gig somewhere and my family wouldn't get out of bed to give me a ride, and it really pissed me off, so I went alone anyway. This happened recently in real life but under different circumstances. My amp was a suitcase, a big brown one that I opened for tips, and I had my electric guitar with me. Lots of people were there, but it was odd, everybody had a corner where they were doing their own little thing. There were other parts of this dream, but mostly me travelling around, trying to find a spot to hang out I think. Somehow, my performance turned into some people and I hanging out at an apartment.
A guy I really dislike, because he's a terrible drummer & egotistical jerk, was sitting next to me on a computer with a girl whose face I couldn't see because she never turned around. They were trying to play some online game together. He kept turning to hear me play guitar, I could see that it really affected him and moved him. I kept glaring at him. I remember sending him a lot of energy and thoughts along the lines of "you're truly a dumbass". A bunch of rastas were there, and kept talking to me. They had thick Jamaican accents, it was awesome. There were black lights around, too. Then Bob Marley showed up, I have no idea why, but he was there.
I was messing with my feet for some reason, I think trying to take off my boots and socks, and I've never seen my skin before in a dream... my skin was glowing rainbow shades. Bob kept staring at my feet in a puzzled way and being very obvious about it. Lots of the guys went into the back, and I wanted to get away from that dude I dislike, so I went and asked Bob if he had a rolling paper. He told me to come in, sit on his bed, which had white sheets and the lights were off except for black lights- and he started to kiss me. I didn't want any of it, and it didn't feel like it was actually him once I got this close, so I ended the dream.