Dragging my Mind Over the Gap Between Is's

Thursday, June 30th

I. Burger

Another Pasty dream. We are playing the show in a tent, just like normal, however it’s completely a different scene. The tent is open on all sides, and is on grass where a dirt road lies in front of it and goes into a wide clearing. There’s a bit of a medieval quality to it; this is expanded later. I also have to play the songs acoustically with one other person before the show, however it’s not E.G. It is a male whom I cannot identify. We are playing the songs in a small stone chapel, also with a dirt floor. At least one of the times nobody shows up. I am in each of these places a few times apiece during this dream, the particular order I can’t quite remember. During intermission of the show there is also a singing contest, which some unidentifiable male wins the first time.

At another point also, K.S is playing a song and singing and I’m just sitting there listening. I can’t tell if it’s the chapel or not but it is definitely in a nearby area. The only part of his song I remember is “You don’t always have to listen to what I say.”

The 2nd or maybe 3rd time I show up to play the show, I have the intuition of having come back from the house where we’re staying, which is completely different from physical reality in that it’s mansion-like and a straight shot down the dirt road from the tent to get there. When I show up, somebody asks if I can go and get the coat rack with the costumes on it that has been left behind at the house. B.R follows me, inclined to help with the task.

We pass an enormous truck, wider and longer than usual but also stilted at least 50 feet in the air. It does not seem like this from the ground, however when I climb it I find myself at a dizzying height (once again.) B.R says “hold on!” and he somehow gets it to start moving without driving it – he also hops on the back. I hold on for dear life and am therefore not very observant of what’s happening around me as we get to the house.

The room where I have to get the coat rack from is on a higher floor of the house, and I must go up several flights of an ovular shaped staircase. I can vaguely envision the hallways, hardwood flooring and lighting as if the only light source was flame. The strongest memory I have of inside the house though - I am hurrying back down the stairs, not wanting to be late either getting back or getting there in the first place. I have no coat rack with me. I run into Z.G, H.R and a friend of his who he introduces to me as “Burger.” He’s blond with sideburns and seems a bit strange. He says he’s “basically moved into the apartment,” meaning Z.G’s apartment, and I say that I remember him. In the dream I genuinely do remember him though he doesn’t exist. Then I see C? come down the stairs. I give Z.G a long hug, and as I look over his shoulder I see a setting that I cannot describe. Very 'out there.'

Unfortunately I have to rush away from them after the greeting and head down to the tent. As I get there I see that the place where we play is suddenly empty. I turn to B.R and he says “Looks like we’ve got some stolen equipment,” with his eyebrows high, using humor but obviously trying not to show his agitation.

We walk toward another tent at the right and we learn that all of our equipment, and apparently in fact the show, have been moved there. I talk to S.A briefly who is dressed in some medieval garment. I think she may have even had a conical hat on. She is singing the song that she’ll be competing with in the singing competition at this particular intermission. She’ll be singing a song that has something to do with a bed (whose melody is a sped up version of “Your Cheatin’ Heart,” one of the songs from the show) and she then notes that R.S will be competing with a song called “Kiss my Pillow,” (?) and notes the coincidence. I am interested but I am also preoccupied with trying to consolidate all of my equipment.

While I am trying to drag my music stand toward where I am sitting I notice that there’s already some type of scene going on and I’m right in the middle of it. I think I just leave the stand where it is and rush away and sit down. The main character of the show, who seems like a mixture between B.W and M.C.C, is addressing the crowd about something completely irrelevant to the show. She then introduces everyone to her “sister” who looks much like a smaller version of herself. They walk off in a stately way. The following lucid dream may have been the end of this one, but I cannot remember for sure. I even have a few fleeting impressions that there was stuff from Rocky Horror.
I think this dream was a commentary of the possibility of my playing for pit bands in musicals for a living. Either way it's affecting my dreams quite a bit.

II. Hut

I am in a small hut with B.W. I’m not sure exactly how big the house is but I’m decently sure the ceiling is not square but more rounded. Everything inside the place is also quite small.

As she is talking to be about something that is very fascinating (I could remember when I woke up, I can’t now because I tried to fall back asleep instead of writing this down immediately) I suddenly become lucid as I realize what my surroundings are. This time I do not impulsively try to fly or anything but I don’t do a great job at stabilizing either. I do not look at my hands, my feet, or rub them together or anything. I turn around and start walking around the little house. I am standing in the kitchen and see very small dishes and appliances and the cookware all looks very alien and I cannot think of any uses for it. I wait for B.W to stop talking (I don’t even bother interrupting for some reason) and I say “What…would you say…if I told you I was in a dream right now?”
Bap. Awake.