My friend's band and I are deep in the swampy bayou country of Louisiana. We're there, apparently, to draw musical inspiration from Creole culture.
We're in some kind of outdoor restaurant, eating lots of food, and talking to lots of people. It's at this point that I realize that the band is made up of people that are my friends irl, but they aren't in the band irl.
This confuses me, so I walk outside (??? how can I go outside when I'm already outside ???) to have a smoke and one of the band members, Adam, joins me.
We're a bit drunk (???) from the food, and so there's a lot of horseplay. Somehow one of our lit cigarettes gets too close to a container of gasoline, and there's a huge explosion.
Adam and I are unhurt, and we both run from the scene, passing by a bunch of voodoo practitioners dressed in white and blue garments arguing with a bunch of monotheists who are all in black. We somehow circle around back to the restaurant and rejoin our group.
No one knows there was an explosion, but a yellow labrador was deafened by it, and he's confused and sad, which makes me feel guilty and sad. The dog lets out this plaintive howl which grows louder and louder changing in pitch and tone ...
... till I wake up to the sound of a really loud train, blowing its horn.
Dream the second
I nodded off watching Dune, and had the following dream:
I'm at my old office, because it's payday, and everyone gets a check but me. I complain, and am told I'll have it first thing in the morning. I tell my boss that that's unacceptable because I'll be late with the rent if I don't get paid today.
My boss grumpily starts to do whatever it is he needs to do to get me my check, and out of his face, telling me to wait in the conference room.
So I do, and a whole bunch of old men walk in, and one of the is The Colonel ... whoever that is. He's important, so I ask each one of them what they'd like to drink and smoke. Only one person places an order, a middle-aged woman (??? there were only men before ???), who orders a Diet Dr. Pepper and Viceroy cigarettes.
I go to the soda and smoke machine and come back with a Mountain Dew for her to drink and More cigarettes. She looks at me strangely.
There's far too many people in the conference room now, and they're all making cinammon rolls, so I leave, trying to find some quiet place to wait.
I find it in the interview room (???) where I watch some MTV. Blink 182, it appears, has decided to become a band of nudists, and are telling Martha Quinn about how nice it is to be able to walk around naked.
Just then Martha walks into the room, and tosses me a pack of athletic socks, which is obviously meant to be my paycheck. But this is normal. I put on a pair of socks, but they're way too long, going up past my knees.
I think I've been overpaid, and leave the office, feeling smug.
Outside, my roommate Scott pulls up and honks the horn. Apparently, we're going somewhere, but as I start to get in his car, I notice the passenger side seat is fully reclined.
This indicates to me that we'll be having an insane guest accompanying us, and I get mad at Scott, telling him that I would just ride the bus home.
I walk down to the end of the street, where there's a bus stop. This really cute guy is standing there, smoking a More. We start to chat, when Scott pulls up.
He's excited to see the cute guy, saying, "Oh my god, you're that guy from Blink 182!". The guy rolls his eyes and says, "If I were naked, you'd know I wasn't ;-)" (yes, he said ;-).
Scott leaves and a bunch of girls from my old job walk up to the bus stop, talking about how much fun they were going to have at their Halloween party. So I decide to tag along with them.
When I get to the house, something's wrong. I've become invisible. And things aren't as they appear. Apparently, this house has a problem with a poltergeist and it's scaring the hell out of the girl that lives there. I look up at the ceiling of her bedroom and see all kinds of things sticking to it like loose change, photographs, tableware and Play-Doh, things that shouldn't be stuck to a ceiling.
The girl (don't know her name) is crying and afraid, but my friend Colleen comes to her rescue, saying that she believes and they'll work together to fight the evil. They then leave the room.
After they leave, all the stuff that was stuck on the ceiling begins to fall, spelling out nonsensical sentences like "Dog next on butter kill". Finally all the Play-Do splats onto the hardwood floor, and then moves itself to form the sentence, "I can never say what he wants me to say, so fuck it."
Then I wake up ...