a dream.

my friend kendall came up to me, reminding me of some goth festival of acts that he was performing in, and which he'd somehow reserved a spot for me to do something. it was the actual night of the event, and i panicked, and (in the way of dreams, and, sadly, of life) i half committed, my mind wavering at what to do, and my body uncertain of direction. i wished my friend kendall well, he was already dressed up for the occasion, his face made up in white grease and black lip stick, like brandon lee in the crow...

i wandered the building aimlessly. it was vast. i on occasion left the building, despairing of saying or doing anything meaningful. i had a folded piece of folder paper in my pocket, and i thought idly of writing my thoughts, my immediate thoughts, as i had a habit of doing in my blog, and then somehow at the end (depending on the crowd's reaction), mentioning that i had self-published a little book, a pamphlet, really... so i was paying careful attention to what went on around me.

acts were being performed on some secret stage, to some crowd... at one point, i thought i found a dressing room, and thankful for what looked like white stuff to put on my face, i sat before a mirror and started applying the stuff... only, it was far more gooey than it seemed on other people... i started to half-suspect that it was food. i noticed a container with small bits of white rice, for instance. nevertheless, i continued to make-do with the make up, i found a thing that looked like a grease pencil, and started writing on my face, only it was a kind of dirty brown, not clean black. oh well...

i got caught up with a group of potential audience members trying to find their way in. at one point, i recognized one person as a famous author, accompanied by his girlfriend. son of gabriel garcia marquez (i heard his interview on fresh air yesterday). i remembered something that he said distinctly, and thought it would be a pithy thing to say on stage (though i can't recall it for the life of me now). anyway, the group we were in kept bifurcating as people chose different paths to get in. eventually, i was climbing a staircase (a narrow one) with the marquez boy and his girl. we broke into a forgotten section of a parking lot, dark and filled with ticking clocks, the small portable alarm kind. and a bit beyond, in the shadows (it was night) was a man snoring. i thought that this must be the parking attendant, and he used these tiny clocks (literally hundreds of them) to determine if specific cars had overstayed their welcome. we backed down.

somehow i got separated from the other two people, and found myself wandering the building alone. i eventually found a weird room shaped like a spiral, with a spiral staircase, which was shaped more like a chair (hard to describe). if i sat in the chair, and turned a lever one way, then the staircase disappeared, and the chair began to spin (slowly or quickly) up or down. i did so, as i appeared to be on the 89th floor, but then panicked as i spun quickly, and there was basically a metal column of nothing below my dangling feet... and i started getting very dizzy besides...

at one point i appeared in a orange-light (afternoon) hispanic barber shop. some very curvaceous barber shop ladies, dressed in tight fitting outfits, were "interrogating" one of the older gentlemen seated for a haircut... there was a musical feeling to the whole thing, and i wasn't surprised when they started breaking out into a song, which i could understand and couldn't, something about marital fidelity... (thankfully brief section of the dream)

after that, i recall being near the grand staircase of the building, overhearing the woman who was in charge of the whole event scheduling some kind of drama activity for special education kids. she said something about "dumbing things down" for the special education kids (VERY offensive), and i saw the woman she was with stiffen in response to that remark. i then heard that woman (the one who stiffened) say something snide in response, something with the word "stupid" just to subtly reveal how offensive the first woman's statement had been...

later, i approached the woman, whose name was rose. i told her i had been scheduled to appear for the goth festival, but somehow missed my time. laughed about that. then i told her that it wasn't the best idea to say "dumbing down," as that was particularly offensive. gave her some advise for how to "accommodate" the children...

and that was that.

end of strange dream.