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Dreamt about J. last night. I kept running into him. We were in this strange type of apartment building. He walked past me, said "hi" and gave me a sincere smile. I kept avoiding him. I ended up hanging out with Feist (I think she actually was at the L.A. show). She was talking to me about history and politics and then she went over to meet J. But finally, I thought, maybe I should just take the bull by the horns and go to him. I walked over and there was Feist, J., and a woman I didn’t know who was smiling at me. Everyone was sitting casually on these grey chairs. I pulled up a chair and sat down. That was that.
I tend to have really vivid dreams on a nightly basis, but it’s sort of strange that J/Dino has never factored in any of them that I can remember. Many musicians and artists have rolled through my dreams at one time or another. I used to dream about the Butthole Surfers all the time, and on more than a few occasions the dreams involved me walking into a church and witnessing the Buttholes playing on the altar, with all their horrible movies and strobes. That was back when I used to drop lots of acid. Just recently I saw the Daniel Johnston documentary (highly recommended, by the way) and wasn’t surprised to learn that Johnston’s first long bout of institutionalization was prompted by his having seen the Buttholes after dropping a hit of LSD. Sometimes I’m surprised that never happened to me, especially after my truly terrifying out-of-body experience that occurred while I was curled up in a fetal position on a loading dock outside a club, thanks to Gibby and crew. No wonder they haunted my dreams.
i had a nightmare once where gene simmons came out of the drain in the tub in full make up dripping blood out of his mouth..
"…. " wrote:i had a nightmare once where gene simmons came out of the drain in the tub in full make up dripping blood out of his mouth..Are you sure that was a nightmare?
I had a dream and J was in it last night as well!!! It was in some practise space, J had like 50 pedals and he was wailing this longass solo without stopping, he gave me a nod of approval when i asked him if i could fuck around with his pedals while he is playing. i went to this zvex fuzz probe and started moving my foot up and down on it. and after J finished jamming he was like ‘nice pedalwork, man!’
it was a cool dream.!
Have yet to dream about J, Lou or Murph, but these lyrics about a dream are great, imho…
I dreamed I saw St. Augustine,
Alive as you or me,
Tearing through these quarters
In the utmost misery,
With a blanket underneath his arm
And a coat of solid gold,
Searching for the very souls
Whom already have been sold."Arise, arise," he cried so loud,
In a voice without restraint,
"Come out, ye gifted kings and queens
And hear my sad complaint.
No martyr is among ye now
Whom you can call your own,
So go on your way accordingly
But know you’re not alone."I dreamed I saw St. Augustine,
Alive with fiery breath,
And I dreamed I was amongst the ones
That put him out to death.
Oh, I awoke in anger,
So alone and terrified,
I put my fingers against the glass
And bowed my head and cried.– Bob Dylan, 1968
"So go on your way accordingly
But know you’re not alone."
Amen, brother Bob.
"King Tubby " wrote:Sometimes I’m surprised that never happened to me, especially after my truly terrifying out-of-body experience that occurred while I was curled up in a fetal position on a loading dock outside a club, thanks to Gibby and crew. No wonder they haunted my dreams.So , this really happened to you? Saw The Devil and Daniel Johnston. Really interesting. Did acid only once in my life. It was a trip coming up and a nightmare coming down.
"fata morgana " wrote:So , this really happened to you? Saw The Devil and Daniel Johnston. Really interesting. Did acid only once in my life. It was a trip coming up and a nightmare coming down.Absolutely. I was looking down on my pathetic, curled-up self from what appeared to be about 80-100 feet in the air, but I still had the presence of mind to think: "Shit. Now I’m going to end up in an asylum for the rest of my life." Scary shit. Once I came back to myself and managed to get up and walk around a bit I saw that the street in front of the club was filled with tripped-out people wandering around in various states of crisis and ecstasy. Buttholes shows were like spiritual and emotional endurance tests for trippers, in which you were thrown headlong into your own personal apocalypse. The last time I tripped was in ’92, at a Buttholes show, and I completely mastered the experience. I felt like I was floating for hours afterwards. I figured then, after having tripped probably 100 times between ’89-’92, it was probably a good time to stop.
I had a dream that I was at a little kids birthday party and J was wearing a cowboy hat (via the "I Don’t Think So" music video) and giving free tractor rides. And he was rambling on to the kids about a story about the A&R guys at Sire Records. It was freakin’ weird, but at least I got to ride on a J-driven tractor!
Quote:Everyone was sitting casually on these grey chairs.I had a J hair folicle experience the other day. I just happened to have 30 dolllars to spend so I went to the hair isle and started looking for a grey dye. I just wanted to get into character before I changed my name to Mascis Allgood Depalma. Then I thought people might think I would be trying to look like god or an ancient (not true), so I considered a red dye. Two ladies were talking next to me about where a Tiffany was and that she no longer worked at Walmart. I wondered how these two black ladies knew Tiffany, since she’s so related to J. Then I realized it wasn’t hair dye I was looking at, but another hair product for women. (They didn’t even have any hair dye). true story of course….
Thanks, ok. You’re nice.
I don’t necessarily believe I have to change the outside to change what I feel inside. I doubt J would allow me to change my first name to Mascis anyway, ole meaniepants.
I hope i have a J dream tonight so I can come tell you’s about it. I take a med that causes the best dreams, and more lucid so hopefully I can explain em better. Je Jhere J.
I had an interesting dream last night……..I dreamed that the alarm clock was going off and it was set to the radio.
The radio was in between stations and I was getting a lot of static but also some sound……..I heard voices like a News Show talking about San Diego and that something was going to happen there………something really big…….very soon. It seemed to be serious and made me feel bad………..like some sort of nuclear accident or some sort of attack. Yikes……..I forced myself to wake up and turn the alarm off. Then……….I woke up several minutes later and realized that it had been a dream. During the dream, I thought I was awake and really turning off the radio.I went back to sleep for real and I had a dream that my youngest daughter had caught a little turtle. It was a small little turtle only 3 1/2 inches long or so. She wanted to keep it as a pet. I found a large clear plastic "to go" cup that at one time had ice tea in it.
I washed it out a bit and put the turtle inside and turned the whole thing upside down. I placed it on a table. I remember that my daughter would approach it randomly and kind of check on the turtle. I went over to the turtle and looked inside the cup and was surprised to find he had another turtle inside the cup with him (I understood it to be his wife) he also had a little desk set up with a computer. I looked at the computer and he had written the words "set us free" on the screen. My first though was "Oh, my gosh, this turtle is a J Mascis fan like me" I was ecstactic and I think I made a few phone calls, one to my husband and the other to my sister. My sister wanted to come over and see the turtle. I put on "beyond" because I thought the turtles would enjoy it. It felt like Charlotte’s web or something like that. I thought how cool it was to have a J Mascis turtle fan. I was waiting to see what song he would put up next. I watched him some more and he seemed agitated , he and his "wife" were pacing around the cup. My sister arrived and she looked at the turtles and said "Good God, Stefka, he’s not a J Mascis fan, he wants you to release him. He is scared.
It was like I had been hit in the head with a brick………."Oh, My Gosh, you are right" It hadn’t even read the message in the correct way. I felt bad. I had my daughter take the turtles to the back yard and release them.Crazy dream……right? That one is going to be a keeper in my mind for a while. When I analyzed the dream, I feel it was telling me somethings about my marriage and my husband. My marriage is doing much better but after many years and children it is easy to feel somewhat "stuck"……….everyone feels this way from time to time………….you just have to work through it. Hard work, hard work……….not impossible. Peace, S.
Why did the turtle write sets us free on the screen?
My atomic clock is working overtime. Everytime I look at it it’s a stange time. Maybe I need to have a Kubrick night of movies to wash it out. My hang up times are even stranger. It’s like some cosmic order has been handed down and I’m part of it as the days rolls on.
Hmmm. Turtle Island String Quartet and Kubrick, sounds like a plan
I’ve had 2 dreams of J. in the past few days and another of that mushaboom friend. Although last night was an evening at the zoo 
There was the face of a gorilla in my face. Hmmm. And then I woke up all sweaty. And then the cats came to bother me. And then I had to get up again to flick something off my arm that was trying to bite me. Maybe a spider. Spider dreams. What do they all mean?
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