Auckland, NZ, 8:31 AM
np: fridge hum, birdsong
I used to think I never dreamed because I could never remember them, bar one dream around 12 years old where I was flying over my hometown to the comic book store. Then I took a psychology class where we were forced to keep a dream journal, and I managed to remember three dreams that week. Which is about average these days, but I usually forget them instantly, even the awesome ones.
This morning, I remembered a particularly vivid fragment of my dream when I woke up, and started to try to piece everything together.
- A rotund Michael Moore breaking down a door at a friend's house to retrieve a DVD of ROGER & ME.
- Robyn Hitchcock performing a live, standup-bass only set at an intimate venue. The version of "Birds in Perspex" still glistens in my head.
- Japanese saxophonist Kazutoki Umezu performing some conceptual piece that began with six bikini models playing unruly noises on bass saxophones while rolling onstage. Somehow, a tent materialized. I went in, and in the front of the tent (which was massively large) was a hostess who had a 42 Below drink on offer, after which a second drink was queued, after which I would go to the next room and sit with Kazutoki Umezu and ... something would happen. (At which point I woke up)
Dreams are awesome. This one would have been even more awesome if I hadn't spent half of it worrying about paying for parking.