Sometimes I have these really great and frustrating dreams about records imaginary, real and out-of-print. Usually in these dreams I’m in some record store or yardsale and I come across some treasures (say it like the character in Oh Brother Where Art Thou….”Trayzhere”) then I have to wake up and find that I did not track down those records and I’m not holding them in my hands. What a bummer. I’ve always dreamt about things like this. It’s been records for years now, ever since I fell in love with Nirvana in junior high. But when I was younger I dreamt that I would get presents that I had been wanting, toys and such. And I’d wake up to find them gone. It’s strange that I can remember how exactly I felt the first time I had one of these dreams as a kid. I can’t remember what the object in my dream was (probably Lego’s). Just a sense of loss for something I never had. Maybe these dreams mean that possessions hold too much power over me. Like when I used to go to Amoeba with a group of friends and I had a ton of fun, but on the way home all I could think about was being alone to pore over the records and cds and tapes. Possessions over friends and experiences?????? I hope not. What a sad life I might have. Anyways. Oh, I had a great day at work today. Saturday (yep, I’m writing this doozy the night before it’s due, just like my papers in high school and junior college). I worked 13 hours and did drum edits almost the entire time. My eyes are exhausted from looking at waveforms all day, but I feel satisfied like I’m helping out….yah know?
Ok, time to fall asleep to Band of Brothers and get ready for tomorrow, Amy & Andrew’s fun day of something and then the beach at sunset to see some sharks and tidepools and touch some starfish.
Currently Listening to: Ben Folds – Songs For Silverman (2005) This is one of Amy’s favorite albums, so I end up listening to it quite a bit. I actually love it as well. It’s a got a heartbreaking song about Elliott Smith on it.
please. you needn’t pretend that we listen to my music often. “quite a bit” ?? ha!
I’m glad to hear that you’re getting to do fun stuff at work.
I have to admit that I don’t remember ever dreaming about looking for or finding stuff. Maybe that’s because there’s not too many things that I really obsess over. I feel blessed that we have so many things that we need/want. I’m sure there were things that I wanted when I was young, but maybe because I’m a “daydreamer” I don’t need to dream about them at night.
My only recurring dream is the one where I fall asleep while driving and then drive off a cliff. I wish I dreamt about getting fun stuff instead. That’s far less terrifying.
I still have this dream where I work at Baskin Robbins and for some reason we don’t have any ice cream all we have is Mexican food so people keep entering the ice cream shop and asking for their favorite ice cream flavors and all I have to offer is enchiladas, everyone gets really upset with me and I’m running around like a nut case. I’m not so sure what it means but it gets really frustrating.
I also have those types of dreams where I wake up and think whatever occurred in my dream really happened. Like the one time where I dreamt about working at the Michael Douglas camp for children and MD fires me for teaching the children self-defense… I woke up really hating Michael Douglas.
It would be fun to psycho analyze each other’s dreams… “You’re going to suffer, but you’re going to be happy about it.”