Remember, it’s only a dream*
I had this awesome dream (for once), and was totally bummed-ass-out when I woke up from it. In it, I typed some random text into this Orator-like program (see this blogging), and it would sing the words back as an awesome lo-fi pop song. I tried it again, and this time it had musical backing and everything! It ruled. Then I woke up to a life where computers will not write my pop songs for me.
That night I also had a less awesome dream, wherein I heard a Sleater-Kinney song that was so awesome it made tears come to my eyes. Lots of them. This one’s actually more realistic. Something like that would happen on a regular basis if I were capable of displaying human emotions.
I am all the time having one of several recurring dreams. They get boring.
- I’m in the can, and someone opens the door, or the door won’t stay shut
- My guitar has broken in half while playing it
- Fighting with parents like a damn teenager
- Due to a clerical error I have to go back to highschool and take PE (at my age!)
- It’s the end of a semester in college and I suddenly realize I missed an entire class
- I missed the bus
- MONSTERS@_$*!@_%&!@_
And, rarest of all, and only if I’ve been REALLY good…
- kittens and bunnies doing hilarious things
It doesn’t really take a freudian to pinpoint the source of all these dreams, but the main thing is it’s damn ass hell of boring to only have a few different scenarios to pick from each night. It’s a writer’s strike up in my brain.
*This was from a trailer for the movie “Phantasm II” way back when I was a youngling. Then the scary thing (whatever it was) pops up and goes, “No, it’s not!” Well, my friend Na and I thought it would be even funnier to say, “No, it ain’t!” and then we’d laugh for about 15 minutes.