Just in case: Today we had pronoun practice at school and I got a gold star. If you're reading this, then this entry isn't about you.

My dreams have a sick sense of humor.

I've dreamed about you before. I dream about everything and everybody, and have really epic masterpiece types of dreams in general, so it's not particularly interesting in itself, but man... this one was really going for the gold.

I arrived to a venue and though there were a few others, I was practically alone for a while. You, for some stupid reason, were playing with the sound of the venue and doing lots of checks on the levels... Nothing else was going on and though I was trying not to, I kept watching you. Like I was interested or knew what was going on or something.

I was sitting for ages. In part, I had to fend off some mexican freak who apparently wanted ten babies and a personal chef out of me. In another part, some lady grabbed my legs and I didn't notice until she said something. I looked across the room once it filled and noticed a bunch of people were wearing Burger King hamburger shirts. I was wearing a Burger King shirt, too. I had a marble gray shirt with silver block writing that said "have it your way". WHATD? More like "my way or the highway".

As the venue filled, you went around giving people bags/envelopes. Most of them, to me, seemed pretty neutral - part of the "experience". You gave me mine, and I looked inside. I found various papers, mainly texts and notes, neutral things that described that you did "checks" on people. There was an introductory letter you had written everyone that explained it all.

I took one of the papers out and discovered that you knew what I had bought tickets in advance for... which apparently in this case, which was supposed to be real, Skeletonwitch and Necrophagist (maybe some other necro band). In this dream, Necrophagist had canceled but I was still going to go see the other bands on the lineup. I thought this was weird... that you knew, sort of, where I'd be in the future. In fact, you knew quite a bit about me according to all of the papers. Nothing meaningful, just a series of related moments and general habits. Still creepy.

I chocked it up to the experience of the night. It was supposed to be special. Nothing like collective rape to make a day stand out. Effective, but way weird. Actually sounds like something I'd do to exert my god complex on people. And they totally liked it... See, Jack, I told you my love goes everywhere. Don't cry.

Anyway, that was the last clue that the show was about to start. I got up front and wiped my brain clean so I could be "present". They were still doing checks even though they turned out some of the lights and I found myself talking to someone in front of me, on the nonexistent stage 'area'. It wasn't much, but you walked by and talked to him, too.

I told you in sign language to come over on my side of the bench, a sort of "you know you wanna" thing. You walked right over, maybe happy we were finally going to have some unmuddled, non-distracted, clear energy between us.

We were standing there, all prepared and ready and shit for this band to come the fuck out of their hole FINALLY... but you were singing. Not at first, not when you first got to my side. You were distracted and looking around, and then it came on. I knew the song but didn't realize I knew the song at first. By the time it became familiar in my head, you were belting it out... sounding just like the singer, piercing my right ear.

My initial reaction was "WHY?" but then you were so fucking loud that I was in the process of waking myself up to get the song out of my damn ear.

I woke up...

Was conscious maybe two minutes...

and LOLed.

The song was "The Saddest Song" by Morphine.

ie: "my biggest fear is if I let you go, you'll come and get me in my sleep".

Among various other Morphine songs I can see in the dream...

but yeah.

Weeeeeird.

The stranger thing is that I was going to do a dedication on you today but couldn't find a song I wanted. This one is sort of off the wall and irrelevant outside of the situation, but hey...

Your song: Morphine - "The Saddest Song".