The Manhattan Transfer - [Airegin]--- Ok, the dreams, last night, were long and intricate (Like you don't expect to hear that, all the time, now?), involving Scott McCloud, Rick, from Criminal Records, a 1950's conceival (^_^) of time/space and alternate dimensions and the afterlife... It was... rather odd. There was some fucked up reality tv show, during the course of which i got to meet some 80's hair metal band, who still looked young, and like they had stepeed out of the "Grunge" scene. (The Manhattan Transfer - To You). There was the Inman Park marta statiuon, in my dream, but it was in/connected to a corner in downtown Baltimore. The angles were all squaked up. The part with the 1950's was, mostly, because i was in an episode of The Twilight Zone.
I'm off to class. Later, if anyone wants it, or if i simply feel like it, i'll give the narative of the dream, not simply he outline.
Back later.
{9.00pm: It begins with me, in a lab, with an overview of the bus overhang for Inman Park Marta station's buss stop. Everything is being seen/heard in a kind of odd flash back, and there is the understanding of me, helping a doctor friend of mine to travel the worlds between dimensions. We had been working on finding out what lay beyond this life, this dimension, and, finally, he had made it. He's talking to me, about the next dimension, and he can tell that i'm upset about breaking the barrier. He tells me that i don't need to worry about having broken the barrier, because, ont he other side,t here's more than anyone could possibly imagine. There are new forms, and ideas, and there is even a dimensionbeyond THAT. He says "Behold! Tibet!" And i look up, and i see this Baroquely golden, stylised, spiritually advanced, technologically balanced marvel of a city. Eerything starts to fade a bit. I'm not talking to the Doc, anymore, but i'm still walking under the overhang, and everything is starting to go strangely tunnel vision, on me. There are deep black circles, around the edges of my vision, and i'm holding my hand over my left eye, to fend off vertigo. I have to use the iron I-Beam pilars to steady myself, every now and again. Visions of something, a room, a person, and a recording crew. My phone rings/ I'm talking to Rick, from Criminal Records.
Rick is asking if i'm going to be coming out drinking with Scott McCloud, and everyone. Scott really wants to see me, and talk with me about some things. I tell rick that i don't know, and i don't think i'll be able to make it. I was there when Jhonen Vasquez showed, i tell him, and that was ok, but Scott would understand if i couldn't make it. I get a flash of the store, which is a comic store from the mall in my dreamspace, a comic store that may or may not exist in the real world. And Rick sounds disappointed, and i know that Scoot will be upset, but i need to go home, at this point. I walk out of the MArta station drive way, and turn right, wrong angles, and the stretching of the other side of the street to accomodate whatever the hell is happening, and i'm on a section of sidewalk that only exists in downtown Baltimore, near the harbour, and the Hardrock Cafe. There's grating in the sidewalk and an alcove, kind of, in the corner of a slightly raised concrete partition. I keep walking into town.
I'm in a hotel room, and there is someone interviewing this girl with long black hair. The girl is getting a gynocological examination, and getting fitted for an inter-ueteran camera/microphone system, because she's going on a new reality television show. She's angry about some clause in her contract, and she doesn't want to be talking to the interviewer, even though it gets her press, and more money. The interviewer is from VH-1 I get a flash, from before, at the Marta station, on the train, in the station, not just by the busses. I awlk past the two of them, into the next room, which is a bedroom.
A group calling themselves Iron Maiden, are in this room, and they're talking to each other, and they're from the 80's, but they still look healthy, and not old, and like they just stepped out of the 90's Grunge/Metal "movement." I talk with them, a while, and see how they like the idea of the show. They only like the fact that their music is a staple of the show, and that they get paid. More flashes about the Tibetian dimension. I wake up
And there you have it. Later.}
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