The Basement Research...

Last night I dreamed about a huge basement full of volleyball-sized spiders and for some reason I had to go down in there and label each webs alarm-chord (a term I think my goofy subconscious made up?) as to which individual spider made which chord and such. This of course freaked me out because I hate spiders a little bit in real life, like they are fine over there, but when they get on me or really anywhere near me then spiders and I have troubles... something about multiple legs and venom... call me crazy... but this dream happened and it woke me up at 130am as they were chasing me. Then it woke me up again at 220am as I went to sleep right back into it.

I loathe spiders...

The Last Polaroid...

Last night I dreamed that my girl Laura found a polaroid camera and a pack of film in the rubble of a walmart we were looting, she found some batteries and set the thing up and the very first picture was of me with a sling holding our daughter Isabelle and triumphantly holding up a box with beef stew printed in large letters on the outside. The second picture was of Laura lying on the bed at the hotel we were hiding out in along with around fifteen other families. The third picture was taken from the roof of the hotel of the downtown Dallas skyline, it was crumbling, it was deserted and in on case it was on fire. The thick plume of smoke was rising up into the morning sky toward the fall-out clouds hanging perpetually above this new meaner world. ...

The Demonic Drop

Inside of a tiny foil-lined flat box about big enough for a stick of gum was found, at the house of an eccentric occultist, who died horrifically, a single drop of an unidentifiable liquid. In colour it was overwhelmingly red but in essence it was refractively metallic, it was wholly unique...

more about this insane dream later...

the dream...

I have no idea why, but in my dream last night an old lady and her boy toy were in bed together and she was running the world from her orthopedic pillows... she was on a lap top while wearing this hideous old leather mamma outfit including a partial gimp mask, the only thing you could see was her titanic cleavage and her her mouth and eyes... it was bizarre. she was screaming about weird things going on here and there throughout the world and yelling at her boy toy to use this or that device on her.
 she was very mean to him obviously telling him how she was planning on having a huge bodybuilder dom come over and peel the skin from his flesh if he didnt start doing it right.. it was gross then for some reason the dream zoomed out like my eyes were cameras and we were outside looking into their room and there was a bunch off gangster rappers out there. they were doing a live rap battle broadcast where they had to rap about the crazy things she was having the toy boy do while she ruled the world... it was the craziest shit ever...

alot...

journey...

Last night I dreamed that I got myself a new electric guitar finally after 13 years since my ex-wife pawned all my guitar stuff... which was alot btw...

charvel model 5 = $500
Laney 100 watt amp = $500
Jackson Dinky = $1300
Fender StratoCaster = $350
Gibson SG = $800


and of course the charvel and Laney are not for sale anymore I bought them back in 1987 so they were not replaceable at all...I just checked ebay as well and there isn't even one for sale there either in fact just finding a picture of the model I had its turning into a task. anyhow...

I got a new guitar and started practicing again like crazy after work and what not when I was not in the mood to write. and I eventually got a bit back of what I had before, which btw I used to be able to play along with slayer and yngwie albums back then cd's now i guess...
so for some reason there was this contest for some new product and they wanted people to sing Don't stop believing by Journey, and someone had found a post on youtube of me playing the guitar part for it on a REAL guitar not some plastic piece of shit with huge fisher price buttons and asked me to make a new metal arrangement of the song with heavier guitar and such for their theme song. and I made so much money from this commercial that I never had to work again and I was so happy and I was so rich and then I wake up and find out that its been 13 years since I had an electric guitar and all my gear was pawned and lost years ago by a junkie and I can goof around and play snippets that i remember but I cannot play even 1/256th of the stuff I used to play at all... its so pathetic..