| Dreams in Heavy Syrup |
[Sep. 1st, 2011|11:36 am] |
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Dreams in Heavy Syrup – by Patrick N. Neville
Last night’s dreams were amazing and so real. I haven’t had dreams like this in years and parts of it I’ve never had. I was feeling kind of morose about my whole musical situation right now and my lack of getting anything done in that aspect. So I sat on the couch till nearly 1:30AM and played my Black Falcon. At 1:30AM I knew I had to go to bed, but it was hard. I had ideas, songs and lyrics circling in my head like crazy and it took forever to finally fall asleep. But when I did…….
It all takes place at some kind of giant festival, almost like a burning man type thing but not in the desert. Nowhere near in fact. It was by a beautiful sparkling blue lake, but also conveniently located right next to a little town that had stores, movie theaters, opera houses and a wal-mart (Where everyone in the dream wanted me to shop). There were even police on motorcycles making sure everything stayed within the “law” I guess. The best way to describe it is half city/town and half mountain lake scene. At first it kind of freaked me out because it really seemed like a place you might go when you die. But that soon all changed. I was with Ryanne, JJ, Sambo and Shawn Myerson. I was not going to go with them to this festival at first; I told them I didn’t have the money to be able to do such a thing. But they all talked me into buying a ticket, but I never remember buying one or spending any of my dream account balance, ha! The shore was crowded with people in tents and sleeping bags and there were booths and other festival type items located in the green pastures. There were also strange tent mansions and houses that had all the amenities of a normal household, but could be put up and taken down like a tent. This is where we met the main figures in the dream, the people who invited us to become part of their “camp”. At this point Shawn and Sambo bailed off to enjoy festival activities and seemed to have no interest in this camp thing. So me, JJ and Ryanne stayed. It seemed the main theme of the dream was like a test; say if me and my group were trying to get into a sorority or something. You had to enter as “initiates” and the main camp members would watch you and see if you were the type to be in their super duper club or whatever. It’s unusual since that’s something I would never consider doing, I hate that kind of thing. But this was something different, it had such a positive vibe to it and the people who had been in the camp the longest had this immense field of knowledge surrounding them. Trying to hang around and get to know these guys seemed wise. There were a whole lot of different activities that we all did in and around the festival. I can’t remember all of the exact details, but I clearly remember camping on the beach of the lake for a night in my sleeping bag and waking up in the same place in the morning. This dream was nearly two days long in a matter of only a few actual hours.
Sometime in the next day, a beautiful redhead girl from the “camp” asked me if I would enjoy accompanying her to the opera house, of course I accepted. It was a very exciting feeling, very exciting indeed. We flew over the roof tops jumping from phone poles and using power lines like monkey bars. It was like second nature, just like walking. She was better at it than me though and was always ahead. She arrived at the opera house before I could get there and disappeared into the crowd, I wouldn’t see her again till later on in the dream. Frustrated, I walked down the hallways a corridors looking for this girl who invited me and then ditched my ass. I then realized that she fucked me over and it pissed me off. I don’t need that shit, I have plenty of other people to hang out with. How rude and inconsiderate. But I didn’t make a stink or attempt to find her to “give her a piece of my mind”. I just let it go and walked down the corridor to the next concert hall. I opened the door and found not a concert hall, but a big indoor sports arena where a big team of people in tie dyed shirts were playing what they called “Hippy Hockey”. It consisted of a big group of hippies knocking around nerf balls with anything they could find (sticks, tire irons, ect.) They hit me in the head with the ball and said “Play with us!” I wasn’t down so I headed back to the main festival.
Flying back over the treetops and roofs like it’s no big deal. It always feels so damn awesome, no need to think about it. You just do it. When I got back to the festival, everyone in the camp had moved all of our stuff outside and had begun the process of taking down the tent mansion. But my stuff and a few others stuffs were still sitting in the middle of the front room of the tent house. They didn’t seem to care and were just going to pack it up away with the tent mansion. So I ran like hell and started grabbing shit and tossing it out the collapsing doorways while workers took down beams supporting the ceilings. I felt very betrayed by this and I let my feelings be known to the members of the camp. Then out of the blue here comes the girl that ditched me at the opera, she says “Thanks for not making a big deal about things, I really didn’t feel like going out anyway”. It seemed to be another weird test by the members of the camp. I had had it at this point with all these tests and ill treatment, so I kind of lost it and told them all to go fuck themselves, I looked at the girl who ditched me and told her I would rather be celibate for the rest of my life than deal with people like her. I then took the underground tunnel that appeared before me that headed to the local Wal-Mart, the camps favorite store. There I ran into my sister and shared my experiences as we perused the candy isle.
I feel a tap on my shoulder; I turn around and see two old women. One was pretty normal looking and very kind, she told me that me and my sister have passed the tests of the camp and are now full members. She handed us two red badges that we could clip to our shirts that designated our new found glory. Behind her stood another old woman, this one was strange looking. Very very old and wrinkled with dread locked hair. She almost looked like a mummy. She walked up to me and said “I’ve heard you are in need of some assistance?” I knew immediately what she was referring to. I said “Yes, I have problems with meeting and making relationships with women. I choose poorly and fall in love with all the wrong ones. Plus I fear it might take away from my musical abilities”. Suddenly my Black Falcon appeared in my hands and I clutched it to my chest. The old woman looked at me with a powerful positive but strange gaze and said “I can now help you with this”, she pulled up a cardboard box from one of the isles, big enough for her to lie in like a coffin. It already had a hole cut in it perfect for only her face to be seen. The whole vibe then changed to creepy, she made some kind of chant and said “therefore you shall be helped by “jah jah jah gah jah” (or something like that) on September the 5th (it could have been the 9th as well) her face then drained of all color and her eyes turned into pure white spheres and glowed. She looked like medusa, it was fucking frightening. The vibe turned to really scary as her face rose from the box again and she said “I AM EVIL INCARNATE……” and it scared the shit out of me. It startled me awake from the dream at 5:30AM, but I wasn’t really scared any longer. I was overwhelmed with a feeling of peace and positivity like I haven’t felt in a long time. The rest of the night of sleep was light and I never went back to that festival. But never in my life have I had some kind of entity or people actually acknowledge my inner problems or issues like that. It was so very new and kind of scary, but at the same time, what if it really is real? Will something happen to me on the 5th or 9th of September? I guess we will have to wait and see. What a night, I’ll tell you what. This is just a quick skim of what really happened within the whole scope of the dream. But most of the important parts and what I actually remember are covered here. I had to write this one down before I forget, but I will never forget that old woman and what she said to me. Could it be real? I’m excited to find out though! Hopefully it doesn’t mean my doom though! |
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