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.