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Blabber about my dreams in which I work various unusual security jobs and am haunted by a traveling voodoo band from New Orleans...
Last night (as in Monday night/Tuesday morning), I had this very strange dream. It stared out with me working for the same security company as I do now, but I was reassigned to a night-shift at a convenience store much like the one that I used to work at. The security systems were actually high-tech, and I just had to sit there and make sure that no one shot the clerk. It was so boring that I actually helped stock the milk cooler and change the coffee. The clerk, in exchange, let me have unlimited refills on the coffee. It worked out nice. It actually made me miss my clerk job from way back in some ways.
A day passed in my dream, and my district office sent me to a one-time detail at a function at an inn. Jenny and I couldn't find the inn (yes, I don't even drive in my dreams anymore), but when I called the district office, they said that the function was cancelled anyhow. Jenny and I had passed a nifty looking music store, and I wanted to stop in.
The place smelled really great, like oiled leather, and this big black guy was behind the counter. He was really friendly, and could tell that I was a musician. He asked all sorts of questions about my playing. He said that a lesson was starting right now, just $25, wouldn't take more than half an hour, an hour tops. Jenny said that it was okay, she'd wait in the car, and so I borrowed a guitar from the man and went downstairs.
I was expecting a one-on-one lesson, but instead, the room was filled with people, all of them black. A lot of them were glaring at me. I tried to ignore it. The big black guy came downstairs and handed me a song book. I asked him who all of these people were, and he explained that they were a traveling band from New Orleans. I flipped open the songbook, and every few chords or so was a B chord. Of all of the basic chords on the guitar, I cannot play a B chord to save my life. Somehow, they knew this, because every B chord was in red ink, and the rest was normal black ink.
The old, toothless man in the front asked me to lead them into the song, so I began. I was doing okay until I came to the B chord, went for it, and failed horribly. I explained to them that I didn't know the B chord, and they all just stared coldly at me. The old man in the front asked me to approach, and I did. He smiled this strange smile, and said "Now you just watch my hand, boy, you'll get it." His hand snaked across the strings very fast and the chord was there and gone. I asked to see it again, and he laughed this very chilling laugh, but he showed me again. It was just as fast, but this time, I thought I might have saw something, and tried to copy what I'd seen. When I got it wrong, the old man's smile faded and his eyes turned completely black.
"He hasn't even been tested!" a little woman called out from the back, and they all started to murmur angrily. I got up and started to leave, but the old man with the black eyes hissed at me, "Now don't you get your panties all in a bunch!"
I stormed out of the room and back upstairs, and the big guy that had initially spoke with me followed me. I told him I didn't know what that was all about, but that I wanted my money back. He wasn't nearly as friendly, and his eyes were all bloodshot. He told me that the money was their money now; I had wasted their time. He tossed a black bag at me, inside of which were my gloves and hat, which I didn't even notice were gone until just then. When I took them out, they felt funky, but man, that black bag... it felt like it was made of human skin. It scared me to even touch it. I turned around and marched out, thought of something to say to the big guy, and turned around... but the store was closed. In fact, looked absolutely empty. Except for someone in the far corner in the dark watching me.
I looked down, and my cat Ash was looking up at me like it was completely normal, and said, "You're lucky to even be alive, so it's best you forget what just happened. Those people have been dead for years." She walked over to the car, nearly glowing in the night, and the back door opened on its own. She jumped into the back seat, the door closed again by itself, and she peered serenely at me, waiting for me to get in the car, too.
Fucking strange.
Tonight's dream was nowhere near as interesting; I worked some sort of security job for MySpace, and people were annoyed at me because I was blocking some neat workaround somebody had exploited to let anybody view anybody's profile.
EDIT: Heh. As I was typing about Ash appearing in my dream, Elton John's "Someone Saved My Life Tonight" started playing in my head.
"And someone saved my life tonight, sugar bear.
You almost had your hooks in me, didn’t you, dear?"
The sugar bear bit always seemed dorky in that song, but since I call Ash "Ashbear", and she's all white, "sugar bear" is strangely fitting.
Another line that jumps out at me from that song: "Saved in time, thank God my music’s still alive."
Last night (as in Monday night/Tuesday morning), I had this very strange dream. It stared out with me working for the same security company as I do now, but I was reassigned to a night-shift at a convenience store much like the one that I used to work at. The security systems were actually high-tech, and I just had to sit there and make sure that no one shot the clerk. It was so boring that I actually helped stock the milk cooler and change the coffee. The clerk, in exchange, let me have unlimited refills on the coffee. It worked out nice. It actually made me miss my clerk job from way back in some ways.
A day passed in my dream, and my district office sent me to a one-time detail at a function at an inn. Jenny and I couldn't find the inn (yes, I don't even drive in my dreams anymore), but when I called the district office, they said that the function was cancelled anyhow. Jenny and I had passed a nifty looking music store, and I wanted to stop in.
The place smelled really great, like oiled leather, and this big black guy was behind the counter. He was really friendly, and could tell that I was a musician. He asked all sorts of questions about my playing. He said that a lesson was starting right now, just $25, wouldn't take more than half an hour, an hour tops. Jenny said that it was okay, she'd wait in the car, and so I borrowed a guitar from the man and went downstairs.
I was expecting a one-on-one lesson, but instead, the room was filled with people, all of them black. A lot of them were glaring at me. I tried to ignore it. The big black guy came downstairs and handed me a song book. I asked him who all of these people were, and he explained that they were a traveling band from New Orleans. I flipped open the songbook, and every few chords or so was a B chord. Of all of the basic chords on the guitar, I cannot play a B chord to save my life. Somehow, they knew this, because every B chord was in red ink, and the rest was normal black ink.
The old, toothless man in the front asked me to lead them into the song, so I began. I was doing okay until I came to the B chord, went for it, and failed horribly. I explained to them that I didn't know the B chord, and they all just stared coldly at me. The old man in the front asked me to approach, and I did. He smiled this strange smile, and said "Now you just watch my hand, boy, you'll get it." His hand snaked across the strings very fast and the chord was there and gone. I asked to see it again, and he laughed this very chilling laugh, but he showed me again. It was just as fast, but this time, I thought I might have saw something, and tried to copy what I'd seen. When I got it wrong, the old man's smile faded and his eyes turned completely black.
"He hasn't even been tested!" a little woman called out from the back, and they all started to murmur angrily. I got up and started to leave, but the old man with the black eyes hissed at me, "Now don't you get your panties all in a bunch!"
I stormed out of the room and back upstairs, and the big guy that had initially spoke with me followed me. I told him I didn't know what that was all about, but that I wanted my money back. He wasn't nearly as friendly, and his eyes were all bloodshot. He told me that the money was their money now; I had wasted their time. He tossed a black bag at me, inside of which were my gloves and hat, which I didn't even notice were gone until just then. When I took them out, they felt funky, but man, that black bag... it felt like it was made of human skin. It scared me to even touch it. I turned around and marched out, thought of something to say to the big guy, and turned around... but the store was closed. In fact, looked absolutely empty. Except for someone in the far corner in the dark watching me.
I looked down, and my cat Ash was looking up at me like it was completely normal, and said, "You're lucky to even be alive, so it's best you forget what just happened. Those people have been dead for years." She walked over to the car, nearly glowing in the night, and the back door opened on its own. She jumped into the back seat, the door closed again by itself, and she peered serenely at me, waiting for me to get in the car, too.
Fucking strange.
Tonight's dream was nowhere near as interesting; I worked some sort of security job for MySpace, and people were annoyed at me because I was blocking some neat workaround somebody had exploited to let anybody view anybody's profile.
EDIT: Heh. As I was typing about Ash appearing in my dream, Elton John's "Someone Saved My Life Tonight" started playing in my head.
"And someone saved my life tonight, sugar bear.
You almost had your hooks in me, didn’t you, dear?"
The sugar bear bit always seemed dorky in that song, but since I call Ash "Ashbear", and she's all white, "sugar bear" is strangely fitting.
Another line that jumps out at me from that song: "Saved in time, thank God my music’s still alive."