Dragging my Mind Over the Gap Between Is's

Wednesday, June 15th

I. “First Time You’ve Been Called”

Dream memory begins here: We are about to play the Patsy show, only we are doing it in a parking lot greatly resembling the one on Oleander Drive in Wilmington, NC where the Tidal Creek market is in. Not only this but C.I will be directing the band from around a corner about 20 feet away. I see only her head poke out from behind a corner at the start of each tune. From the moment the overture counts off I am extremely uncomfortable and playing very poorly. My movements are sluggish and I cannot determine why. Soon it begins raining quite hard and, fearing electrocution as well as for the safety of my equipment I stop playing and start to move under a nearby awning. As I turn around to see if anybody has followed I hear B.R begin playing “I Fall the Pieces” and think to myself “well, I guess we are still going”. I run over and quickly turn my amp off, plug back in and turn it on to avoid making the popping noise. I do this just in time to start playing the doubled bassline part, which of course I am fucking up royally. I also see that B.R has moved to be in the line of sight of C.I, and wondering why that wasn’t done in the first place I begin trying to follow him and play at the same time. A man with a thick southern drawl comes over and tells me something to the effect of “you guys better start delivering, those people over there are laughing at you. They think this is the first time you’ve ever been called."

Next thing I know I’m in a store and I see H.B, who has gotten heavier and works there. I do not know why but beforehand somebody had just asked jokingly if anybody had S.A’s phone number. I knew that I did but, as was the case the previous night in physical reality, I had left my phone back at the house. Heather smiles at me and says, “I was watching you.” “It rained…” I mumble, searching for a polite way to say that I know the performance had been complete shit. “Naw, it was good,” she says, as people often say (in objective falsehood) after such incidents.

Another employee of the store tells me that S.B has recently purchased a large amount of paint in my name, after reaching the limit that he can buy on his own name. It annoys me that he has done so. B.R says something like “He’d probably get a pretty decent payoff that way.” I awaken soon after this.