Dream Journal vol. 1/Irish playlist vol. 1

Dream Journal vol. 1:

9/17/08

Last night I dreamed my dad, Max Bussman and I were trying to record a reading of the 10 Commandments off of a VHS of "Animal House" played at a funny speed. The 10 Commandments, like the Bill of Rights, had been expanded. There were now 24. The last two were, "Take your soda glass and fill it," "keep it fizzy, never spill it."

9/19/08

Last night I dreamed I was reading a zine in which Frances Bean Cobain listed her favorite bands and favorite song. The former were all garage bands from Seattle I'd never heard of, but the latter was obviously one of her father's. It was a little-known track called "Orange," or "Mango" or some other citrus fruit.

The lyrics went something like:
"Hey lady, looking so depressed/ that you forgot to wear your dress/ My morning jacket doesn't have that dress/ break/ What's Les Claypool going to do/ when the world runs out of amps?/ Led Zeppelin never played a small arena..." and that's all I can remember.
This is obviously a Nirvana song as it sounds like nothing Kurt Cobain would ever write ever.

I remember thinking in the dream that the lyrics to this rare song were obviously where My Morning Jacket got their name and applauding them in my head for the sweet reference.
Upon waking up I recorded the tune into my tape player so I'll remember it always.

9/20/08

I dreamed an old Johnny Depp was running for president, having defeated his venerable, elderly female rival in the Democratic party. My job was to make photocopies for them. Senator Depp wanted a photocopy of a Corona magazine ad in which people are holding hands on a beach, for use in a stump speech on how our culture views love. The woman wanted a picture of her white terrier.
I was afraid I'd lost the pictures to copy. When I found Johnny's I came back into their office/my family room, in which the woman was advising Johnny against using the movie Desperado as an analogy in his speech. I jumped in, blurting out, "Desperado is essentially two movies in one." Then I woke up.

Earlier in the night I dreamed I was driving around Raleigh Hills with a small piano in between my and the steering wheel playing Randy Newman's "Short People." I had a kitten in the backseat.
I drove through the New Seasons grocery store parking lot where a stock boy and his girlfriend were hitching up his giant mule (shaped like a thoroughbred). The mule was of the sort that had an innate capacity for smelling mammilian babies if they were ever concealed or hiding, as they are known to do in some horses' stomachs. It pulled at it's reigns, sniffing at the car doors to my back seat, prompting the stock boy to ask me, "How many babies? Puppies? Kittens?"

9/21/08

In my dream last night I was at a dinner party with a group of friends. Emily Tareila was snubbing me at the table with a series of backhanded comments because it was widely known that I was attracted to a girl that had voted for Hilary in the Democratic primary. She began straight-up insulting me in a non-stop barrage as I sat there, looking down and fidgeting. Emily wouldn't stop until I finally yelled, "Shut up!" The table laughed good-naturedly and Emily looked shocked.
"Shut up!" became a popular catchphrase at the party. Whenever something was going on longer than it should be someone would yell it, everyone would laugh and then turn to smile at me.

After the blow-up at the table I left my seat only to be confronted in the hallway by Emily with Sean as her muscle. They were furious about this political treason as well as my support for Obama's pick for Joe Biden as VP. "Traitor!" they yelled.
"I gave the Obama campaign money!" I pleaded, putting Sean in a headlock.* "And I can't control who he picks for vice president!"

Later we were supposed to go on a tour of a hospital but I missed the ride there, being forced to take a bus instead. I wasn't sure where to meet the group and, finding a large cell phone on the sidewalk considered calling Sean and asking him, but I was too proud to do so after our fight.

Upon finding the group inside the hospital's nightclub, Sean and I did a reconciliatory karaoke version of Limp Bizkit's "Nookie" as the music video was projected on a large screen in front of us.

*This is a fact! A man came to my door before I left the US to ask for money. I gave him $6.


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Northern Irish playlist, week 1:

Sparklehorse - "Ghost of His Smile"
Neil Young - "Birds"
The Pogues - "And the Band Played Waltzing Mathilda"
Randy Newman - "Baltimore"
Warren Zevon - "A Certain Girl"
Modest Mouse - "Missed the Boat"
Grandaddy - "Hewlitt's Daughter"
The Good, The Bad and the Queen - "Three Changes"
Grandaddy - "Jed the Humanoid"
The Good, The Bad and the Queen - "The Good, The Bad and the Queen"

Bop along at home!
(to some of it...)