Dreamflyer
Bluelighter
(This was all one dream.)
- I kept on showing up at my cousin's house uninvited and letting myself in. Her ex-husband came downstairs from a nap and said I could make myself at home, then went back to bed. I somehow lit a piece of wood on fire that spread to a bookcase that housed a bunch of vintage vinyl record albums. (I remember Jefferson Airplane's "Surrealistic Pillow" and Vanilla Fudge's self-titled debut.)
I called up to him and he came down to put the fire out. He said that an old family friend (long-since deceased in real life) was buying a house of his, and that when it sold he would pay my mom the money that he supposedly owed her for something. A trio of guys (Madeski, Martin & Wood, I think) was recording in his livingroom and asked me to contribute some mandolin and vocals, which was a great honor to me.
I went to a male dentist who actually looked like an old therapist of mine, and he gave me a bad haircut using a straight razor. A female hygienist came in with what looked like a large plastic toy gun from Return of the Jedi or something. She was using it to remove my entire outer layer of skin to prevent cancer, and I was really squeamish about having it done.
- I kept on showing up at my cousin's house uninvited and letting myself in. Her ex-husband came downstairs from a nap and said I could make myself at home, then went back to bed. I somehow lit a piece of wood on fire that spread to a bookcase that housed a bunch of vintage vinyl record albums. (I remember Jefferson Airplane's "Surrealistic Pillow" and Vanilla Fudge's self-titled debut.)
I called up to him and he came down to put the fire out. He said that an old family friend (long-since deceased in real life) was buying a house of his, and that when it sold he would pay my mom the money that he supposedly owed her for something. A trio of guys (Madeski, Martin & Wood, I think) was recording in his livingroom and asked me to contribute some mandolin and vocals, which was a great honor to me.
I went to a male dentist who actually looked like an old therapist of mine, and he gave me a bad haircut using a straight razor. A female hygienist came in with what looked like a large plastic toy gun from Return of the Jedi or something. She was using it to remove my entire outer layer of skin to prevent cancer, and I was really squeamish about having it done.
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