TopazMyst

04.07.2010

Band Meet (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm in a river, actually I'm standing on a very wide and shallow bank. There's a waterfall on the other side and right next to me is a large drop off where the water gets really deep and the current is very fast. There are many predators (and their prey) animals there with me. They're everywhere, but yet they aren't chasing each other or trying to eat one another. I'm standing next to a bear who's watching many fish swim by, I wonder why he isn't trying to catch them. At one point the water gets really bloody around me, I think because the bear finally killed one of the fish.

My dream shifts and the river bank slowly becomes some sort of events area. I think it may have turned into a large cruise ship. There are many different bands on this ship, they're all taking turns using the stage. I really liked one of the groups so I ran over to a table they had set up that had their songs burned on CD's. All the band members were sitting behind the table causally carrying on light-hearted conversations. I pick up one of the pamphlets sitting on the table and start to read. It has somewhat of a limerick, talking about how dull one of the band members sex life is and how he rather watch war documentaries. (It was actually kinda funny but I can't remember it right now... -_- So please, feel free to question my mental health.) There's a scan of an old painting in the pamphlet, most of the people in it are incredibly pale naked women. I pay little attention to it and continue reading until my mother harshly grabs my arm. I close the pamphlet in a single handed motion and act nonchalant. (Uh yeah, my parents may be considered kinda strict to some people...)

"Hey, what's up?" I say cooly.

She says nothing and holds up another copy of the same pamphlet. She seems pissed at the fact that I was even reading it all. I sighed and managed to shoo her off after a while.

I walk back to the table.

"How much for a copy of your CD?" I ask the lead singer who's still sitting behind the table.

"We're giving 'em away right now. Here, take one," he says and smiles, handing me a CD. He reminds me of Justin Pierre from Motion City Soundtrack.

I sit down across from the group and start asking them random questions for no real reason at all. I ask them stuff like "What's your favorite ice cream, color, where did you grow up?" All sorts of random things. They started asking me why I even bothered talking to them, I forget my reply.

Recall Fades.