ok, so weird. I just remembered a dream I had last night after a couple $3 whiskey mixers at Delilah’s. whether or not the cheap, strong bourbon had any effect on my dream sequences, yer guess is as good as mine.
I had a string of odd dreamz last night, i'm 98% sure one had something to do with freddy krueger but that's my own fault after sitting slack jawed thru the first three instilments on my wacked-out vhs player yesterday afternoon. . .
had the obligatory "forgot to check my work email" sequence (love waking up in a cold sweat, sitting up, suddenly terrified that i forgot to set up dr. vauthey's car service, and omg what if jackie baker didn't get her travel itinerary on time???? shit!!!!)
but the strangest segment in joe d. dreamland was the last one. i was in my old childhood home in argyle (the one joan/brent just moved out of in nov 07 that I had lived in since 4th grade, the new one may be nicer, but it's their house, not my "home", blah blah). i was napping in my upstairs bedroom, sublime/mxpx/blink 182/garbage posters still plastered all over the mint-green plastered walls--so this must have been the set-up of what, 9/10th grade? except, i wasn't in 10th grade. it was current day, i was just still living in my old room. whatever. the screen windows let a wafty breeze through the room, blowing cool air over my uncovered legs. it must have been late spring/early summer. i was wearing my pink old navy jeans/makeshift long shorts that i (in real life) embarrasingly cut the pant legs off after i saw the 50-something manager at work had the exact same pair. . . i think i was sick, or at least my mom was convinced i was, b/c she had sent me to my room to take a nap and "rest it off".
in my old room i could always hear outside conversations--whether it was the crossing guard scolding the kids for crossing half a block too soon or the whirring and grinding of the neighbors mowing the lawn, i heard it all. this time, though, i heard none of those things. i heard the piano bed of the hold steady's track used in the hood internet's mash-up with three six mafia. (the actual hold steady song was playing, not the mash-up, i just have no friggin clue whatsoever what the actual track is called or whatever). i was like, huh? what's going on? people in argyle don't know of the hold steady, i can pretty much guarantee i'm the only person in this 823 person hole of a village that's even heard of them. . . coughed in up to a fever dream and fell back into my nap. not 20 minutes later, i re-awoke, this time to "stay positive," (one of maybe 4 hold steady songs i actually do enjoy--still not sure why they played such a big role in one of my dreams, i've never been sold as a huge fan).
this time in my dream, i shrugged off the pink crocheted afghan and snuck downstairs quietly so my mom wouldn't hear that i snuck out. i creeped out the backdoor and first went straight to the burn barrel on the hill, as i poked the ash pile around, pretending i was simply burning trash, not spying on the music mysteriously coming from across the street. i spied down the hill, however, and there they were! it wasn't a stereo, but actually the hold steady, half set up across the street from my house in argyle, wisconsin, playing an impromptu gig, apparently, for not a single soul. curiosity consumed me and i quit trying to sneak around. i walked (barefoot, i remember, as i usually did stroll in small town wisconsin in real life, shoes are for suckers) across state street towards the torn up tennis courts (in my dream the soft ball diamond didn't even exist yet, i think that was built after i graduated and left town. . . ).
there, right in front of the old people neighbor's garage sat craig finn, or whatever the hell the singer dude with the glasses’ name is. I stopped and stared for a moment, then asked, “aren’t you guys the hold steady?” a blonde guy with a forgettable face, (I want to say the guitarist or bassist who kicked the inflatable beach ball into the pitchfork photographer’s face “accidently” this past july in the photo pit, just bc he was funny and I liked him the best), replied “yeah, we’re the hold steady.”
“why are you here? argyle’s pretty far from Minneapolis, like a 6 hour drive. and there’s nothing here. why are you playing on the street corner?”
“we were just driving through and thought we’d take a break to stretch our legs. what, do you not want us here?”
“no its’ fine. I just think it’s weird. I live right there,” I turned and pointed at my yellow sided house. “I heard you guys playing while I was napping and thought I was going crazy. I just wanted to see if I was right or not.”
“yeah its us.”
at that point I think I name dropped muzzle of bees and asked if they wanted to contribute to our 5 questions section and we exchanged emails. I offered them up each a can of pepsi, which they all refused, and I went back to my room to finish up my napping for the day. I woke up in real life shortly after this, squinting at my ipod docking station alarm clock, which read 11:41 am. Angry at sleeping in so late on a free day, I forced myself to get up and got to my taxes. I wonder what would really happen if I ran into the hold steady. I doubt it would be in argyle, and maybe in real life they would accept my pepsis.
I had a string of odd dreamz last night, i'm 98% sure one had something to do with freddy krueger but that's my own fault after sitting slack jawed thru the first three instilments on my wacked-out vhs player yesterday afternoon. . .
had the obligatory "forgot to check my work email" sequence (love waking up in a cold sweat, sitting up, suddenly terrified that i forgot to set up dr. vauthey's car service, and omg what if jackie baker didn't get her travel itinerary on time???? shit!!!!)
but the strangest segment in joe d. dreamland was the last one. i was in my old childhood home in argyle (the one joan/brent just moved out of in nov 07 that I had lived in since 4th grade, the new one may be nicer, but it's their house, not my "home", blah blah). i was napping in my upstairs bedroom, sublime/mxpx/blink 182/garbage posters still plastered all over the mint-green plastered walls--so this must have been the set-up of what, 9/10th grade? except, i wasn't in 10th grade. it was current day, i was just still living in my old room. whatever. the screen windows let a wafty breeze through the room, blowing cool air over my uncovered legs. it must have been late spring/early summer. i was wearing my pink old navy jeans/makeshift long shorts that i (in real life) embarrasingly cut the pant legs off after i saw the 50-something manager at work had the exact same pair. . . i think i was sick, or at least my mom was convinced i was, b/c she had sent me to my room to take a nap and "rest it off".
in my old room i could always hear outside conversations--whether it was the crossing guard scolding the kids for crossing half a block too soon or the whirring and grinding of the neighbors mowing the lawn, i heard it all. this time, though, i heard none of those things. i heard the piano bed of the hold steady's track used in the hood internet's mash-up with three six mafia. (the actual hold steady song was playing, not the mash-up, i just have no friggin clue whatsoever what the actual track is called or whatever). i was like, huh? what's going on? people in argyle don't know of the hold steady, i can pretty much guarantee i'm the only person in this 823 person hole of a village that's even heard of them. . . coughed in up to a fever dream and fell back into my nap. not 20 minutes later, i re-awoke, this time to "stay positive," (one of maybe 4 hold steady songs i actually do enjoy--still not sure why they played such a big role in one of my dreams, i've never been sold as a huge fan).
this time in my dream, i shrugged off the pink crocheted afghan and snuck downstairs quietly so my mom wouldn't hear that i snuck out. i creeped out the backdoor and first went straight to the burn barrel on the hill, as i poked the ash pile around, pretending i was simply burning trash, not spying on the music mysteriously coming from across the street. i spied down the hill, however, and there they were! it wasn't a stereo, but actually the hold steady, half set up across the street from my house in argyle, wisconsin, playing an impromptu gig, apparently, for not a single soul. curiosity consumed me and i quit trying to sneak around. i walked (barefoot, i remember, as i usually did stroll in small town wisconsin in real life, shoes are for suckers) across state street towards the torn up tennis courts (in my dream the soft ball diamond didn't even exist yet, i think that was built after i graduated and left town. . . ).
there, right in front of the old people neighbor's garage sat craig finn, or whatever the hell the singer dude with the glasses’ name is. I stopped and stared for a moment, then asked, “aren’t you guys the hold steady?” a blonde guy with a forgettable face, (I want to say the guitarist or bassist who kicked the inflatable beach ball into the pitchfork photographer’s face “accidently” this past july in the photo pit, just bc he was funny and I liked him the best), replied “yeah, we’re the hold steady.”
“why are you here? argyle’s pretty far from Minneapolis, like a 6 hour drive. and there’s nothing here. why are you playing on the street corner?”
“we were just driving through and thought we’d take a break to stretch our legs. what, do you not want us here?”
“no its’ fine. I just think it’s weird. I live right there,” I turned and pointed at my yellow sided house. “I heard you guys playing while I was napping and thought I was going crazy. I just wanted to see if I was right or not.”
“yeah its us.”
at that point I think I name dropped muzzle of bees and asked if they wanted to contribute to our 5 questions section and we exchanged emails. I offered them up each a can of pepsi, which they all refused, and I went back to my room to finish up my napping for the day. I woke up in real life shortly after this, squinting at my ipod docking station alarm clock, which read 11:41 am. Angry at sleeping in so late on a free day, I forced myself to get up and got to my taxes. I wonder what would really happen if I ran into the hold steady. I doubt it would be in argyle, and maybe in real life they would accept my pepsis.
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