Very strange dreams.

[wolven7]

I dreamed that mech_angel was kidnapped, and taken to a chain of ilands, in the middle of the ocean, but the islands, though far apart, were all inhabited; they were resort islands, and such. My father and Ieam up to rescue her, and we had to avoid all kinds of spies and government agents, in helicopters, and planes, who were fighting each other.

Something, here, about mech_angel writing a description of the air battle in which me and my father were engaged, but her writin was much more choppy than usual, and I could hear her narative, as a voice-over, as we flew, in our car, between the helicopter and jet. She described the helicopter as some kind of ultra-light material, giving it this long, clunky name. I think she did it, so that we would be able to find her, by running some kind of cognitive dissonance trace...

My father and I got to the island, after flying across the ocean, and a debate a bout which way to turn, that was like the kind of argument you have about how to get to a specific shopping centre in a suburban sprawled area, with six of them, at the same 8-lane intersection, and we know that mech_angel is okay, on arrival. The island is like a combination of a really touristy Whitechapel and parts of Philidelphia.. Also like the section of Germany, from the Ninja Gaiden game, on XBox. All of the streets are cobbled, winding hills, one of which leads into a dead end, with three different indie record stores, inside. I look at my dad, asking for permission, and go into the nearest one.

I'm looking at all of the records and the comics, and John Cusak comes out from the back room. He looks at me, and walks toward me, and I can't remember how our last meeting went, so I don't know what he's going to do. He reaches into his shirt pocket, smiles, and hands me two quarters. Then he turns and walks away. I go to town on the comic stacks, knowing that I've just been given free reign over the store.

As I'm in the comic store, the dream shifts to something about the comic Ugly Hill.

mech_angel walks into the store, and sees me, there, and says "You didn't come looking for me?" I respond "There are three different indie record shops, on this island; I knew you would probably be in One of them. I just happened to start here, and get sidetracked." She'd been in the shop a ways further down the street, on the other side, having met some old friends, and reminisced. I know this, without her telling me.

I wake up, in the dream, and get on livejournal, to write it down, before I forget. While I'm doing that, I wake up out of the dream, still in bed.

I woke up with two different versions of Warren Zevon's "Run Straight Down" stuck in my head. If you've never heard the song, it's a damn treat, I'll tell you, as is the entire "Transverse City" album.

Last night I made a burger and cheese eggs, for dinner, and I used smoked gouda and dill, in the eggs. It was both overly fancy, and Absolutely Delicious.

Warren Zevon - [Run Straight Down]

Roughly Enforcing Nostalgia - [Run Straight Down (Warren Zevon Cover)]

Those are for review, only, and will be removed in seven days.

Good Morning.

{12.22pm: From warren_ellis: Fly Clear. }